Strange Memories 1587 Poem by The Lighthouse Keeper

I went on an inner journey into a forgotten life
And to my surprise I found a strange memory
A name came up in that moment of a long gone wife
It was in England in an hard and ruthless century,
My name was for the time well known,
I remembered having written poetry for prosperity
About my adventures and courtings in a medieval town
Sailing overseas to new unknown territory.
My name still not forgotten until this day,
A fantasy or a memory? Who can say?

One memory came and I saw within
Me sitting in an old horse carriage,
Bearing witness to the most horrific sin.
Knives and swords creating a carnage
People of different faith still the same religion
Fighting each others and I wondered why
The truth of the their faith was sent into oblivion
Remaining on the streets bodies left to die.
That life ended in a memory indeed very red,
As injustice took my own precious head.