Their gleeful ghosts glide over there,
The spectres of my broken oaths,
That they be here is only fair,
This fate was one I've wove.

My masters came and my masters left,
With my given and honoured word,
But the answers were too quick and deft,
And my oath then seemed just absurd.

So my promises I have not kept,
My pledges I nought obeyed,
Tis no surprise my honour sapped,
By the Spectre of my Homeworks' Wait.
Mormegil | 10:17 PM |