Maiden in the Myst

Have you seen a maiden as pure as her?
Nay a fair princess is she.
a petal, a rose blossom
the moon has never looked as bright as she
her eyes cold, fair worn out by salted tears
her hair as dark as night, billowing in her fright
who is this maiden in the Myst
with blood red lips
His heart yearns to learn her name
but to love her would be a considered shame

but tho shalt not eye in the direction of she
the sun goes down
And she disappears in to the night
who is this maiden in the Myst you ask?
She has not found herself yet, she will yet.

When he finds her out
he will relinquish his love for her
and in return she will love him eternally
for this love was at first site
where does she go, cape following her fright