Fear Killeth Thee

A most noble knight,
That his name was above the rest,
Both man and beast fearest even the mention of his existence,
Twas fear that killeth thee.

A lovely maiden,
Eyes brighter than a summer's sun,
Longing for the gentle touch of thee to come and rescue her,
But thee had turned a deafened ear,
Twas fear that killeth thee.

Along a lowly stream,
A man singeth songs of old,
And hums to the sound of the waters,
That once was all his own,
Twas fear that killeth me...