Once over a muggy meadow
There walked a white wan shadow
Tears trickled down toward the ground
Craven cries made the curio sound
A haggard hireling can be found


Walking wearily into the night
The man continues to follow his sight
Severely swollen from a frigid fight
Draggling down his blood- drenched sword
Tied to its hilt is the a treasure- horde


Countless curses the man could chew
An aggressive enemy but a confidante so true
Formerly befriended the commander of the crew
His friend faultfinder was
False acquisitions was his death