Where knights may flash to death in iron down,
Or damsels slake of venom at love’s loss;
Famed kingdoms razed unto a battleground,
Or golden crowns exchanged for mistress glossed;
What essence rules with such majestic power?
What sovereign life so blessed would court such bane,
While seeming to embrace for but an hour,
All utter worth there pledged, yet for what gain?
Still, regal souls fall slave to servitude,
And robust hearts may bleed to staunch a tear,
Great empires mire unto a bitter feud
That sylphs remain a sovereigns’ souvenir.
What awesome power so waged, and by whose hand,
That mighty hearts would kneel to such command?
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