I would die for thee, my Queen;
If you would but glance my way.
Reach my hand beyond the veil,
Where no man has right to quest.
Take up my lance and fight
The Dragon and all the hordes of hell
For the favour of my Lady.
If for an hour, I could walk with thee,
Through the Green Wood upon the emerald sward,
Where flowers bloom in faerie bowers
In the star shine of that eternal land
Where power undimmed forever reigns.
I await for, but a single, word.
To take up my lance against the Infernal foe,
My Queen. For your honour, for the chance
To joust for your favour.
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