Sir Gawain and the Green KnightStay true to your wordIn the code of chivalryRide to meet your fateEAPINGame of the green knightAt New Year in Green ChapelWaits beheader's axeILDSEAnd peaks of mountainsIn search of it you will passNobody will writeOVELLAbout your journeyNever will you tell, for atDawn you will pay yourEBTo the challenger...Howering above your neckEternal sleep, life'sNDINGirdle as token:Righteous knight is still humanEven you can tryEvade death for honour's priceNow you bear a scar on yourECKing welcomes you backNo shame can the ruler findIn deeds of his knightNSPIRINGallantry and pureHeart: now all will wear green sash -Token of
I paint your face in my mindI paint your face in my mindOn the canvas of my dreamsA picture of hearts entwinedWhen to duty I'm confinedLoneliness louder than screamsI paint your face in my mindI see your eyes - loving, kindBeauty that from the soul streamsA picture of hearts entwinedThat's where I can new strength findWhen yoke of fate so hard seemsI paint your face in my mindWhen the resolve stays behindIt is the love that redeemsA picture of hearts entwinedEven if I would go blindIn the darkness your light gleamsI paint your face in my mindA picture of hearts entwined
Dream about wakingNo dreams were hurt during this poem's makingJust illusions laid bare to very bonesNo dreams were shattered with the violent wakingJust those that rang with false and selfish tonesLike tree sheds leaves with every coming autumnSo soul will bare before the northern windAnd when false dreams fall to the very bottomThen new ones can sprout like the leaves in springIllusions are shaking - a dream about waking
Death of Cu ChulainnStill your hand holds a swordStill enemies shiverStill death didn't take holdYour blood is a riverStill in your veins it flowsAnd burns like a feverBut now your brave heart slowsThough standing you remainLike avaiting more blowsSo a hero is slainBelt keeps you on your feetTied to stone with blood-stainSoon you'll your father meetAfter a raven landsAnd your heart stops to beatThough saying farewell to mortal landsTrue warrior does not bow, but stands