Too Heavy.

Once more into battle,
dented armour rattle,
sword and saddle.

The journey never short.
For lady to court,
again I face the hoard.

This old soldier,
rises for her.
To bleed again,
in Love's domain.

This Fool's quest,
at Cupid's behest.
Yet to persist,
one must risk.

Risk the peace,
for blessed release,
from lonely disease.
This time ... Please!

Once more to war.
Because I need more.
This peace ... Too sore.

So much to gain,
yet fear the pain,
of loosing ... Again.

Please fair Valkyrie,
see this soldier worthy.
Grant me victory,
or final mercy.

These old wounds ...
Too heavy.