Beloved..

Beloved! Wan and pure o'perfect ring,
godly omen of what fate shall us bring...

Song of the woods arcane, angel of light,
thy voice is holy way so clear and bright!

By the silvery sword o' born to serve,
and adamant the armour never erve,

in love bonded your shield against all foe,
its a mystery sight of such a glow!

For beauty the long Fields of Gules the Cover,
the Golden Lion, Rampant like no other,

holding the gracious Cane of his command,
his hearts within thou, Queenship of thy land!