• Blankminded they be
    Unknowing the forces surround them
    Unaware that their enemy be me.

    Slashing with this sword
    Never uttering a sound
    Until finally I say, "Now the rest of ye be warned."

    I dive out thine window
    Sword in my hand
    Ye look after me but then stub thy toe.

    You are called King
    King of them ye may be
    But no one be the king of me.

    By the power of three
    You entered our home
    We called upon thee
    To sing this poem.

    Nothing more you shall know
    For now thy mind be blank
    'Not but snow.