The bright birdie who flew the family nest
Can choose a path of seduction, not death
And bring pleasure to those greatly oppressed
While sweating the truth from their labored breath

But the rules of conquest do so protest
All the use of captives not laid to rest
With a steel edge shoved in their sweaty chests
And blood drained until there’s no life to test

So, knight who came so far on his Lord’s quest
Who was captured on my captain’s behest
I ask, Sir, are you suitably impressed
That I will spare your life, annoying pest

Or will you, to your ruined king, be true
In the end, the choice is still up to you