Maybe 1989?

Alas, she cried, at
break of day, where
shall we go from here?
Her companion glanced
at horizon gleaming;
she, picked up crossbow
and moved out of forest.
He followed, eyes
attached to her form.
Look, there's her mount,
her chestnut steed;
she leapt up and
rode away.
Hair streaming with eyes,
those eyes, such eyes,
oh eyes unrivalled,
he turned to his own
horse and moved to
lake, how to
save the prince?