With Claudias reigning full no hope gathered,
A powerful force now of course not then,
An edict of soldiers not to marry in sin,
For fighting be better with fists not pen.
Marriage in secret in accordance with faith,
Secrets rumbled like guts to the robes,
Now caught we suffer in line with the whip,
Gather centrally at the prisons abodes.
From your Valentine I wrote to soothe the girl,
A miracle performed with Asterius's permission,
Yet a judgement handed down in haste dear fellows,
To be beaten, stoned, decapitated no omission.
A martyr now we invoke in violets blue,
Red roses remind of the lash not of heart,
Cuddle indeed with that special other half,
Beware I warn thee for I'll slice with the dart!