I took the higher path
the siege perilous
beyond the joyous gard
of a court round tabled
for the love of a queen
bespoken and jaded
jealous of the king
whose treasure I covet
courtly is the dance
that is begged and offered
for the only boon at hand
is a courtesy borrowed
thus shall I remain
her champion well favoured
the fool who retains
this love unrequited.
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