Clanless, Lawless, Homeless Is He Who Is

Heaven Hears And Pities Hapless Men Like Me, For Sacred Ev'n To Gods Is Misery.

It Is Not Possible To Fight Beyond Your Strength, Even If You Strive.

Without A Sign, His Sword The Brave Man Draws, And Asks No Omen, But His Country's Cause.

There Is The Heat Of Love, The Pulsing Rush Of Longing, The Lover’s Whisper, Irresistible—magic To Make The Sanest Man Go Mad.

Why Cover The Same Ground Again? ... It Goes Against My Grain To Repeat A Tale Told Once, And Told So Clearly.