A siege of lashes were her eyes armour, a moat for her kingdom once conquered by I, the Black Prince. Those who fight for lost causes are gallant cowards. I saw the battlefield yet was blind to the casualties my blue Princess. Knights are often shrouded, only seen when glorious. I was heroic when I lowered my arms around her waist, surrendering my flesh for lips that became my war cry. I was slain by myself. Absent from your battle inside, as good as dead to you since I entered another kingdom. From the lavender knoll I watch your new Prince enter cheer and garlands bestow him and I am left in a jeering wind which whispers Seppuku.