In memory of Saint George

And she came to stay

On that fine Saint George’s day

For her, this mighty dragon lies slain

And from its spilt blood

Flowers a rose upon the grain

Shattered into pieces, scatter

Every inch of the beast

Jagged tokens of my love, my heart

Upon which you may feast

And grow the more splendorous

Budding into bloom

Telling the story of a lover’s beauty

That was to be sacrificed too soon