An embodiment of fortitude he is
with rare valiance he's embossomed
An hombre honored for his great passion
Throughout the land he's known
a modern knight under this firmament
Brave enough to stand still and fight
amidst ablazing furies just for his
Lady to saved and rescued
But how can such a love so pure and true
Thou hast made a clandestine
And let thyself to solemn evens yearn
Thy lady that thou hast enshrined with affection
But of thy passion refuseth to speak
Should thy great soul wait
For how many stars to pass
'fore thy love, to this portentous soul be known?
Why waiteth for a harbinger
To bring thee a benighted scroll
That thy beloved maiden,
'tis now another man's lady?
