Sta.sh
And whirl we in a warrior's dance,
Forbearing, wary of the strike;
And warrior's blood doth call the lance
To seek to pike the wretched thrall!
Prince of mountain, knight of fen;
Warrior's web and soldier's spear;
Each to each, and--strike!--and then
Rising blood--and rising fear.
And furl we both our banners high,
For bare we both ambitions brave,
And warrior's blood doth ban all fear
To, panting, win--else shame our clan.
Prince of eunuchs, knight of blood;
Courtier's tongue and fighter's shaft.
One to one, and--cut!--and flood
Shaking thigh--and shaking aft.
As curl we close in ire-sweet grip,
We, bearing hot blood, needs must sate.
As red--and white--lusts snap the whip,
We, helpless!--ah!--to wicked deeds!
Prince of pleasure, night of fun;
Tempter's stand and hero's thigh;
Man to man, and--pierce!--and thrum!
Whited bone--and whited sight.
As thrust we hard our spears to home,
We, deep past all untimely shield,
As dizzy touch rules all, sublime,
We, careless, fall, and come, and yield.
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