My Coat of Arms

My crest placed upon my helmet with the surname of May upon it Anglo-Saxon decent, I wish to capture my Lady’s eye Sitting tall on My steed prepared for war. My lady locked in the Kings Tower watching her tears flowing down, A silent call for help through her tortured eyes, bond to the Kings bed with his chains of tormented unable to be released. I have climbed up her tower to release her by slicing these chains with My sword, wiping her tears with a fine white cloth, reaching into her Heart with comfort, easing her pain. I have placed my coat of arms upon her head for we have wed, The old King is gone for his tower tumbled down giving her freedom To wed. This story passed down from the old, for I have now been replaced By another, my helmet tarnished and my coat of arms replaced now I sit in the tower bond by invisible chains.