I was defined by my most wondrous shield
That carried my coat of arms to battle.
On a headlong charge across a bloody field
Left a wake of wicked slain like cattle.
With my cold blade, I rewrote destiny;
I made history bend to my own will.
I did my best to curb all tragedy;
The sword has always been this playwright’s quill.
The time of chivalry is now long past
And the arms I bore now lay forgotten.
Obsolete, I know not how long I can last
As the world ceases to be my garden.
With no dragons or damsels in distress,
Existence is subject to great duress.