Knight's Lament

In a deep meadow
Where the blood still stands
The carrion beackons
For I am a stained man
Bearing the thief's pale lie
That sells the very fabric of life
I hang my head and leave my sword
Buried within the bounds of strife
With the god's displeased
I once again escape this plight
Laughing and jeering with ease
I search for another gamble
An old fool's delight