Death of a Knight

As the cooper prepares a barrel for new wine the cord-wainer is fashioning new shoes, the cart-wright is building a new cart and I am at the tailors being fitted for new clothes. My lady asleep unknown that I am preparing her a treat, the busker practicing a new song with perfect pitch and tone. All the gong-farmers are cleaning the out doors all this, a surprise that awaits my lady. The monk busy in the church lighting candles and preparing his words, my ladies servants creating a meal fit for a King and Queen. Lone for many years this lady just appeared, her beauty beyond compare, dark hair with a soul from heaven capturing my heart. Her crown at the jewelers placing new rube's and diamonds upon on it while the butcher prepares a lamb. As I lay on the battle field with a sword through my armor theses thought’s cross my mind, for tomorrow was to be our wedding day. Let it be known my love for her will never die on this day, take my soul and place it next to hers, my Lord! Casting theses thought’s into hers so she will always remember me. I pray now my Lord please, watch over her!