Le Manoir de Rosemonde
The Manor of Rosemonde


Love bit me when I turned my back
Like a dog that’s not been fed ….
You can follow on my track
By following the blood I’ve shed

Find yourself a thoroughbred,
Follow my road so harsh
Through o’ergrown paths and foetid marsh.
Go, if you can, where I have led.

You’ll see, that wearied to the bone,
Wounded, sore and all alone,
Exploring sadness and beyond,
At last I entered through death’s door
Far, far away, and never saw
The blue manor of Rosemonde.