By hand of righteous knight who roved the fen
When far from home I strove to earn renown,
My purpose unfulfilled, I was struck down.
Within this tomb, I rest to rise again.
Who would disturb my shade must dare my path:
To learn in lands remote my natal speech,
Assault the laws arcane until they breach;
Earn, and endure, doom and aftermath.
When I can act again, I take this oath:
To serve one hundred years of solemn aid,
And trustworthy — if trust I see repaid —
And at the end, to leave unharmed us both.
Who would with evil heart this offer claim
I shall destroy. I've had enough of blame.
Jenkins Rising 