Astonished by lairs and hazards,
My soldier is ahead in the blizzards,
Caring for his spirit, arousing nothing
But monsters to his lap, always abducting.
Compare them to beatings by bats,
They convert the rays into combats.
It is soldier for soldier, and darkness
Has emerged on a pressure from highness.
This evil compared to good is worse
Than a death, or even the frightful commerce.
Death is to share with belts and hats
Worn by knights and barons, and acrobats.
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