On The Death Of A Louse
Here lies Ser Liceworth, the valiant
Knight of the Vale of Hairvile !
Mortally wounded by the finger soldiers
Of his Lady's armada
Caught unguarded, thwacked by the
Sheild of nails !
His screams would have gone unnoticed ,
Or perhaps he faced it with all his might
With a smile on his face , still bright !
Warmth of his life still in his eyes
As he fell to ground
Kissed by Lord Mortality, there he lies!