Mortal Men

and so the knight set out that day

to whither in the wind

his armor gone

his sword is drawn

he and the clouds hold sway

his enemy – withdrawn, within

his beard besmirched his chin

the only shield to guard his soul

the breaking of the day

a blinded monk beside him rides

his mount is but a mule

a fountain in the distance lies

her water foul and cruel

oh purify! oh purify!

our souls are drenched in sweat

and in the beating of our hearts

we feel the dripping wet

what does it mean? what does it mean?

the knight he asks the monk

it means we are but mortal men

and damn we smell of funk

 

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