At the eddying water, I sat
Watching the swirling foam
Thinking about my happy home
Where children danced, and love overflowed
Where gardens glistened, and gnomes roamed
Where corsets of shiny n'bright chrome
Adorned my Love's brow
But hark! The bushes shuddered
Wearily yet warily, my brow in frowns
I drew my pistol, stepping into the foam
Crouching down, my reminiscence fled
I called out "Hail stranger, of yonder bushes
Show me thine covered face
Whether you be friend or foe
I seek to settle this matter forthrightly"
Then out came my secreted stranger
Knoll, never a better man on this Earth
He handed me an epistle, stark and cold
The paper held my future, a'grim one
Sighing, I kicked the pretty swirls of foam
There were more battles to be fought
More campaigns to be waged, more killing
Tears wetted my scarred cheeks, for my sight
\Which had been dimmed by war
Yet still held it's desire,
A desire to see my Love at our happy home
Would never be given
My eyes would not be beholden of her
They would be wasted upon the field of gore
Yet I would die in protection of my Lady and home
So come what may, and fight it.
