Riding from the battle of Acheron  
I became lost in a wilderness 
Of briar thorns and I was wounded 
Then she  passed by and found me 
Dressed my wounds 
And came every day to attend to my wishes 
She  took me to her breast  
Then  became the lady of my dreams
My saviour and gradually I regained strength
Every morning I looked for her  coming 
Wanted to be held at her  breast 
Such that subterfuge overcame me
I began to feign slow recovery 
So that I could be sure she  cared for me  
And besides being a knight and a gentleman
It was only fitting that I be held at her  breast  

I knew the truth to be  
That I was falling in love with her 
But one day when I awoke
The lady of my heart did not come 
And I was saddened by the loss 
But  I became strong and stood tall 
And proud as any man would
Thinking of such beauty
Especially those delicate matters about her
On which I have already commented
Forsoothe I tell you
It was fun in those days
Being a wounded knight

Yet I digress to the matter at hand
For as I turned to mount my horse 
I saw at the edge of the coppice 
My  lady shrouded in misty light 
And went towards her with open arms 
But as I approached she faded from sight 
And I  lost her 
Just my damn luck
Find a nice girl and she runs away

Yet fate was mine 
Upon the ground where she stood
I found a tiny button from her dress 
And stooped to pick it up 
Cluched it in my  hand then treasured it in my vest
And it came upon me 
That this would become my quest 
For all the rest of my life  
To find the  lady of my dreams
When I was lost and wounded 
In  labrynthian wilderness 
And now that I have  found her
I will feign my injury again
For no particular reason of course
Other than what is fitting
For a wounded knight