INSPIRATION
by Galen of Bristol
(c) 1995, Paul T. Mitchell, all rights reserved
The trumpet sounds, the herald calls, I go
Now to the field. Thy favor I carry,
Thine image before me dooms my poor foe.
With thy honor at stake I'll not tarry.
Vital and urgent, I press the attack,
My defenses on line, as though for thee.
For thee, of fierce resolve I show no lack.
Thy smile greatly sweetens my victory.
Yet without thy gracious favor, I fall.
Determination fails, I have no heart.
Victory is hollow, defeat is all.
I gain no honor without thy fair part.
For now at last I truly feel and know
Without a lady's favor is no show.
