Following Avon's crystal path
I pass'd by Warwick by chance
Where I came across a mansion
Standing gauntly on a low bluff
He was brave and he was bold
He was in love with the daughter of his lord
She would not have him
She would not care
So he went afar to win her hand
Germania's rose he set free
And put Saracens to the sword
He laid low monstrous beasts
Yet love he did not win
He faced the Danes
And saved the day-King Athelstan
Did praise his name
But bereft of love
He turned to god
And shut himself away from men
Then I awoke and realized
I had slept in his death-bed