The Acclamation of Young Adrian

Here lies the grave of the priest Adrian The wisest and wittiest of all men Stole away from our world at a green age His heavenly heart ripped from the rib cage By the malicious son of his mother Something of a fiend, nothing of a brother Caught dead in a spider's web of forged fate Poisoned by the bread placed upon his plate All for a Beatrice of bewildering sight A wife by day, a black widow by night Seduced the brother, his soul she did eat Spun silver silk of devilish deceit He was a man of God, of Godly words But faith could not save him from the worms Adrian was doomed when he said 'I do' May he rest in peace, his soul rise anew