(the name of the knight in the poem has given me permission to use his
name)

The morning was chill with a breathtaking frost
The lone knight rode to reclaim what was lost
A forgotten path, they'd all feel his wrath
He thought as billows raged and tossed

He rode to his death but he was not afraid
He knew he would find where his bonny lass laid
His name on her lips as to Dis her soul slips
His heart cried out swearing vengance repaid

Onward and onward he rode through the day
Eyes narrowed and focused on the singular way
His love broken now, taken with Death's final bow
He contemplates murder and his justified fray

Reaching the castle with the dusk drawing nigh
Nuada takes teh sword from the belt at his thigh
And drawing it clear, his eyes show no fear
As he opens his heart and lets fourth his warcry

"FOR MY LOVE!!" he screamed, enraged by all
He charged toward the castle's high stone wall
Quickly he crossed the bridge covered with moss
And entered the gates before they could fall

A battle ensued with swords clashing together
Arrows were shot, buried in chests to the feather
Nuada stood alone, reaping now what was sown
Never seeing Death's face as he killed yet another

The blood red sun continued to set
And he pressed on, not giving up just yet
Wounded and bleeding, his courage ne'er fleeting
His thoughts of his love and when they first met

He made his way into the courtyard room
Where his love lay dead where she met her doom
Lain under their banner, he hurried on to her
And he stopped to lift her from her stone, cold tomb

Crying, Nuada took up his sweet love
Cradling her as his eyes looked above
The soldiers came in, at last they found him
But he merely traced her cheek with a glove

"Father, I give unto Thee my spirit" he said
As he lay her back down on her funeral bed
They struck hard and fast, Nuada just could not last
And lay in a pool of his blood, finally dead

The floors were scrubbed but still were the stains
A reminder of death to this very day remains
Love was his why he had decided to die
For he could have lived had he wished to endure the pains

Is love really worth it some may ask
So I put to you this simple task
Find your soulmate and lose them to fate
Then ask if you'd die rather than wear sadness' mask

Penned by my hand on the 25th of Naturalis, in the year 432 AD.