These words are for me to live by,
No man can giveth or take it away.
Suffering and unending pain will not go
on without being paid in kind,
Better a death of much suffering than someone to stand
before me and insult my honor.


Break my heart and take away all my love,
Call me friend and twist the blade a little deeper.
Take my trust and make it a unending lie.
Make my word nothing to everyone,
Never call me mister or Sir.


Remember always there is a price to pay, 
Paid in ten-fold, three times over.
What good is a man if his word is not,
True to the unspoken code of a knight : Death Before Dishonor!


Shadow Mist © 1997






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