Though she labored at her duties

unaware of her effect

I feared of her reaction

and my overtures reject

As I tread with trepidation

and resolved to make a friend

I made musings and suggestions

all of which, I would defend

But we all must see in retrospect

our vision, now acute

of the errors that we committed

in the course of our pursuit

When, our noblest of intentions

yet have somehow gone astray

we retreat to lick our wounds

that we may fight another day

Then I received my notice

from the constable at arms

a complaint was lodged against me

setting off the law alarms

I would soon face inquisition

and a challenge to my truth

should I die upholding honor

or contend a trial of youth

For the magnitude of fury

which directed at my shield

is designed to make me suffer

more than fair to make me yield

Of beaten brow with much dishonor

a bitter tear I shed

who was I, to think me worthy

pray, where have I left my head?

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