To my ladyAdam PappTo my lady
To my lady
All my life, I was taught there’s honor to be gained, Alas, I don’t want a broad blade in hand to wave, But to grab a fine lute of cherry wood, and play.
I was once told, so very-very long ago, „Live by the sword and die for your almighty Lord!” Yet I wish to wear no mail or sword, but a rose.
A blood red rose above my sick and broken heart, A token, a reminder of eternal love, To aid me in bloody battles and bring me luck.
There’s nothing noble knights can do but hope and pray, Before leaving
The hitman
