Heart Of The Matter
BRAVEHEART - THREE
My Dear Braveheart,
Alas, many days have passed,
Devoid of news of thee,
I wait in such mortal agony,
It is said, my deep distant Knight,
Thou art a King amongst men,
Oh, my noble Lord, I beseech thee,
Make haste, my love,
For hope grows feint by each moon,
The traitors rise against thee with great armies,
Their numbers are many,
And I grow wearisome …
My visions of the night disturb me so,
Dearest heart, I pray for God's mercy and His judgement,
Dost thou not hold righteousness in thy hand, sweet Knight?
Let them perish by thy sword if it be God's will,
And be damned in Hell ….
Oh, my love, my King,
Thy maiden's heart is gripped by winters curse,
And aches for thee so,
I pledge my love for thee, my deep distant Knight,
Thou hast my silken ribbons,
Make haste, my dear Braveheart,
Make haste,
For thy fair maiden awaits in thy chamber,
And weeps.
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BRAVEHEART - THREE
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