"In The Name Of An Adventure" (by Abilaine)

A humble wayside flower

Tiny, scarlet, nothing

When sent in missive causes to cower

The ebony heart and mind

A Frenchwoman, lovely lady

As small as the same said blossom

And, oh, the same scarlet hued hair

Eyes that aswayed a whole country

A villain, but still, human

Driven by plotted skill and cunning.

And icy stares that pierce,

Even the warmest, truest soul.

A fop, the silliest male in England.

The laugh portrays his mind.

Utterly mad, still, there he is -

Wedded to the most glorious of women.

A ghosted phantom

Snatching lives, a bloody blade thirsts for

Who's wielder but turns on it's own

To devour, to disparage, it's own

And, a hope, dismal, fleeting

A love, a loss, a danger

Willingly born and easily so

All in the name of an adventure