The knife pierced the tattoo of his baby's name
It bleeds the heart that beat for his lover
It slices the chest that witnessed a million kisses
He spilled out blood red as any other ...
I thought to do a deed of chivalry,
An act of worth, which haply in her sight
Who was my mistress should recorded be
And of the nations. And, when thus the fight
Faltered and men once bold with faces white
Turned this and that way in excuse to flee,
I only stood, and by the foeman's might
Was overborne and mangled cruelly.
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