Accursed be this wretch, afflicted with
McClane's sad fate - to find myself entrapped
In time and place so poorly fit for me.
Allow me, pray, to ride unbound and free
Abroad in vast uncharted, deathless plain;
To live for death, for life by pen and steel
Made meaningful, in honor proud to die;
O for the chance to kneel in high regard
And swear to noble monarch noble life,
In days when King was more than crown alone,
And death and life so intimately known.
Give me the chance to live that dying may
Be but a worthy end to well-lived day.
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