010 - God Save the Queen
No good-graced man in man's good graces
Endeavors to see a drop of blood spilled;
Yet, in time bent so out of joint, what man
dare not make his stand, sword drawn in earnest?
Now, having turned my blade upon its side
where I once might have walked with pride, holding
my banner aloft and valor sacred,
I now come to wield goose-quills and inkwells?
My steel shall not cast away my mettle;
I must forge it anew. -Cease, my repose!
A sound? My quietus is staved off again;
Damned be mine eyes, mine ears deceive me not!
Out, out! Still, my heart; shadows, take thy flight!
What specter looms o'er yet eludes my gaze
blighting my days and chilling my nights ere
vanishing to naught, fleeting as memory?
My thoughts to writ; no more. I must away,
My heart no more the tree's crow shall betray!
Endeavors to see a drop of blood spilled;
Yet, in time bent so out of joint, what man
dare not make his stand, sword drawn in earnest?
Now, having turned my blade upon its side
where I once might have walked with pride, holding
my banner aloft and valor sacred,
I now come to wield goose-quills and inkwells?
My steel shall not cast away my mettle;
I must forge it anew. -Cease, my repose!
A sound? My quietus is staved off again;
Damned be mine eyes, mine ears deceive me not!
Out, out! Still, my heart; shadows, take thy flight!
What specter looms o'er yet eludes my gaze
blighting my days and chilling my nights ere
vanishing to naught, fleeting as memory?
My thoughts to writ; no more. I must away,
My heart no more the tree's crow shall betray!