Honorable Honor

To what, I ask

Do I owe

This honor

That you bestow

On me?

No king deems such feeling,

Neither a queen propose such warfare dealing

That may possess

An immortal mortality;

That man must confess

Befits the entropy of reality.

'Tis Fate

That steers this seaman's vessel

To the Sirens,

Where it doth do crash

Upon the rocks,

And life's secrecy

Perhaps be unlocked.