The Forlorn Knight

Following Avon's crystal path

I pass'd by Warwick by chance

Where I came across a mansion

Standing gauntly on a low bluff...

He was brave and he was bold

He was in love with the daughter of his lord

She would not have him

She would not care

So he went afar to win her hand...

Germania's rose he set free

And put Saracens to the sword

He laid low monstrous beasts

Yet love he did not win...

He faced the Danes

And saved the day-King Athelstan

Did praise his name...

But bereft of love

He turned to god

And shut himself away from men...

Then I awoke and realized

I had slept in his death-bed...