Dignity Is My Bastard Knight.

 

Dignity is my bastard knight, carried on my back.

The bar sinister keeps his sword sharp, and dulls his sight.

 

He hears laughter every moment, and lashes out, for honor's sake.

 

My knight's enemies lie bleeding on the field.

His spurs give me little time to mourn the lost.

 

I could throw him, but I've grown used to his company.

And I need my knight to protect me from dragons.

 

Don't I?

 


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