But before I get started...
Piercing words and rivers of blood was my childhood yoke
Knuckles and belly railed by knavery bared
Taunts without worth exiled me forth
A path of failure and a flickering flame
Fortitude unrivaled despising senseless games
Unknown to loss, yet known to life
Upon the hill I swore my oath
Decade passed and a blaring horn
Cowardice the prey of baying hounds
Despair a rune carved upon the spear of storms
Bow of strength strung by laments heard
Hails of arrow sundered a craven fort
Under the lunar skies I wed a maid
Her hand worth a million crowns
Cared not her riches yet loved my lack
A beauty far beyond the mortal black
As I draw my last I know my life
Valour a debt claimed by none
Testimony proven beyond doubt
Let my soul mock the truly poor
For Eden itself is our rest
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