Last Will's Testament

Eyes of coal, hair of fire, Mr. to a Ms. Bound to flesh o'er God, her loyal keeper From risk, safety, faith and His Father's V doth stem much deeper. A scholarly he or worldly pride, does Not a love endure -- Earnest true Enough tis not what tried, bu' twas What made her brown eyes blue. Forsook Him, forsook by her and Shunned by his fearing kin, Azrael cut his strand Tis what was had been Gather ye tulips for him not, The Lord's mills continue turning, His wooden shoes on his grave dance, As William continues burning.