Seal rite of passage through his might.
A wondering worrier shuns the fright:
He'll write a passage to excite.
Which shall be immortalised...
Ditch, or etch, where more tale lies?
A mortal lies with such great ease:
Brave, ditched in death; knave, pitched to please!
This poem was conceived when teaching homonyms, but birthed through a little philosophical wrangling as to how the ditties of a troubadour might resonate more widely in time (like 'La Chanson de Roland'), but the deeds of a knight, though as yet unsung, must echo in eternity. How much more ought we to set our lives to rights more than writes?
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