Death and Glory
O haste, o lustrous, armoured knight,
And do not ever tarry;
O keep that crucial mortal fright,
Thy pride and learn to parry.
I loathe thee not, I shall not dare,
Nor shall I now entrain thee,
But once the day comes, be aware,
Thou shalt for once regard me.
Thy haste be decent, grand, at ease,
Grateful, until thou perish't,
Until the day or night thou cease't,
A whiff of grandeur cherish.
Beware! Presumption may not save
Thy lordliness within thy grave.