I've molted once againand all clothing is gonebut not a king am Iso no one here pretendsthat I am not a fawnadorning his deer's side.

With violence I'll contend the stronger men are pawnsthat do not utter "my".

To move by selfish bendwill clear you from the board;in unchecked wealth traps hide.Your will no fight could rendunspendable your hoardwith this rebuke the sky!

So heard by only menyou'll lose a moment moreand just as blindly fly.

From flighty thought defendand "I" demote from Lordknow naught, ask how, tell why.

The few who's forms can lend a rightly promised scoreare the game, and the die.