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
Copyright © Jonathan Hurst | Year Posted 2009
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