Yesterday, I was cheerfully running through yellow
autumn leaves with my lover Lysander; today, I’m running through the dark forest to find my lover Lysander. Woken quickly by the whistling of the wind, I find my clothes are torn by the sharp brambles. Footprints rest in the mud. My heart is as still as stone for Lysander has gone. Was he taken by vicious beasts? Or was he stolen by the king’s men? I may never find out but I will keep searching.
I wish I had never come. I can’t go back for I will be killed or made a nun. I ran away with my lover to live a good life; now he has gone. I am all alone.