I felt like writing the old song down. Even if I cannot sing I feel like writing it down, I love the decadence of it. Really is much like my view on the world. I do not know why, but it just seemed the time to write it down. I could not tell anyone where it came from, or if it was a true story, I just enjoy the song
The nobleman's wife was as fair as the sun, and her kisses were warmer than spring.
But the nobleman's blade was made of black steel, and its kiss was a terrible thing.
The nobleman's wife would sing as she bathed, in a voice that was sweet as a peach.
But the nobleman's blade had a song of its own, and a bite sharp and cold as a leech.
As he lay on the ground with the darkness around, and the taste of his blood on his tongue.
His brothers knelt by him and prayed him a prayer, and he smiled and he laughed and he sung.
“Brothers, oh brothers, my days here are done, the nobleman's taken my life,
But what does it matter, for all men must die, and I've tasted the nobleman's wife!"
