His Love For Lady Adrienne

The soldier stands watching the waves,

Lash about the sharp, sharp stones,

Thinking of the battles long fought,

And her chilling moans.

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One glorious day, so long ago,

Upon his stallion he rode, to a faraway land,

Not once did he thought, he’d meet,

The lass on whose fingers he’d put, a shiny wedding band.

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The nights went on and the days passed by,

The warrior fought for his countrymen,

But he did make one forbidden mistake,

He fell in love with Adrienne.

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Her beauty too serene,

A man could not help but be spellbound,

For once did soldier hold his breath,

The girl did leave him astound.

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So young and so in love,

The country they would flee,

And defy the word of her reluctant father,

For the love that filled their hearts with glee.

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So upon his steed they rode,

To the lands beyond the maps,

To a fate that he never wished for,

And would regret forever, perhaps.

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For weeks did they travel, with footmen on their heels,

Her father’s soldier and his countrymen,

For they would never accept,

His love for Lady Adrienne.

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The soldier fought with all his might,

And all the strength he had left,

His sword clashed and sparks did fly,

Not once was he of hope bereft.

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He killed ‘em men with guilt in his heart,

Not bigger than his devotion,

But a man got hold of his lady-love,

His most valued possession.

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“I’ll drive a knife through her heart,

And you’ll only watch her bleed.”

“Let go of her, let go of her.”

The worn out soldier cried and he did plead.

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He couldn’t get to her,

As the man cut into her vein,

She lay there bleeding and moaning,

But the soldier felt the pain.

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He ran to her and sat next to her,

She lay on a blood stained ground,

He so wished it was him instead,

His love for her was so profound.

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She bled to death in a faraway land,

And he couldn’t help but cry to Heavens high above,

The image etched too deep in his heart,

Why didn’t the Lord spare his only love?

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“She was loved and loved too dearly.”

“Aye, that she was.”

He stood next to her funeral pyre,

He hated himself for letting her into death’s perilous paws.

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And now he stands atop a cliff,

After years of her death,

So many years spent without her,

She still catches his breath.

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Oh his love will never die,

Even if death did them apart,

He will have her forever within,

His ever bleeding heart.

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