A burning passion
Like the beech trees swaying in the breeze,
A slender woman sits upon the emerald lawns.
Like a peaceful dove, sleeping at ease
A lady, whose love has yet to dawn.
Many a year she has spent in solitude;
Many a year she had spent in cold;
No longer will she contend
With the lonesome spirit within her soul.
For a passion, a passion so bright
A passion so fiery, a love so warm
Her blazing soul, set alight
By a young knight, Beowulf Kadmus.
Warrior of a religious doctrine,
Committed to his blade by day,
Dedicated to his love by the moonshine,
Under Luna's pale light they say,
'We shall be together,
In death, as in life.
To live together,
Forevermore.
Sealing the promise with a maiden's kiss,
Under the stone arch and austere inside
Of a church, divine and full of bliss
The two lovers made their covenant.