04-05-2017, 11:31 PM
By Runnymede decree
Tis not all here that would be seen
this blood flows just on such hard hands
all truth, a body laid upon my feet.
Imagine me a villein then, so sweet
twas daughter of my lord beseeched,
what fates would fall of me I ask?
Tis rope, a birch beneath the lash,
until my back is quarter drawn
and all that passed, a silent call.
Before foul traits are wrought to me
a panel of my peers I seek
mine honour answered fare of fate.
All praise King John his seal at last
a charter singed that saved my ass.
Tis not all here that would be seen
this blood flows just on such hard hands
all truth, a body laid upon my feet.
Imagine me a villein then, so sweet
twas daughter of my lord beseeched,
what fates would fall of me I ask?
Tis rope, a birch beneath the lash,
until my back is quarter drawn
and all that passed, a silent call.
Before foul traits are wrought to me
a panel of my peers I seek
mine honour answered fare of fate.
All praise King John his seal at last
a charter singed that saved my ass.
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