Revised sonnet #1578
I stood seen soft one whod won her over
Yet battle cry and booty couldnt be denied
I left alone a beautiful young bride
Stone still stuck on wave washed cliffs of Fover
Since successive squadrons stark in stover
Stern steed stuck under me a reigned in ride
I swore that shield and sword to Kull allied
Stiff steel suit wore I its emblem plover
The coast of Qalestine saw such undoing
The Blue Knight wed to barren widow Nell
Hacked me off my horse so incensed in skewing
His poleaxe punctured plate pinged like a bell
Hes let me live lungs ruined Id rather die
Ill roam Kulls realm intently Talons spy
Chorus die cease perish