Destined a man to fall upon the ground
Without making a mark, or even a sound
And did the gods laugh upon his fate
Perished he in their sustinance of hate
His body wreathed in pain in the dancing dust
For this repaid, his uncontrolled lust
His sweltering steel protrudes from his breast
Lodged in his pierced heart it rests
The demoned ways that shadowed his tracks
So that his cursed mind would not relax
Then by the torments of his soul and self
Came the greatly rightous minùte demoned elf
That drew his sword and took his breath
And hastened his beguiling death