A quarrel without a cause, a pursuit for its own sake
Time to push what one may take
Trials of solitude by the tune of baying hounds - and death’s abound!
Noble incivility, a clash of wits
Failure of reason, failure of sense
Too little purpose before a life fades
Flashing steel, a clang of blades
Lonesome journeys on path well traveled
A life sealed by honour, blood spilled in its name - and death’s abound!