What is the price of loyalty?
Of strife and grief present in me,
For long gone, sundry, royalty,
Which accused me of heresy.

For tightness and regret I feel,
On errant ship in windless sea,
I’ve been laid bare upon the keel,
My wrongs displayed for all to see.

I hear them still rowing the oars,
I still long for those distant shores,
My dreams still filled with thoughts of home.

Yet all desire I possess
Shall bring me nothing, nonetheless,
For all the fault is still my own.