Obsequiously i had to run
Lost my sanity in my heart inconsequently
Clouded by the ideal of becoming a necromancer , Everything is sorb
My virtuousness had to sojourn else where ...
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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