The lion's breath abates at last.
Two pieces silver hold it fast.

Though a quick man saves it for me,
Only a rich man may set it free.

Darkened Tower beyond lion's teeth,
Rattles a sword in filthy sheath.

A rhyming, blind man speaks the truth.
Shame he cannot see the youth,

Nimble quick to steal his purse,
Quick with shame, sets lions forth.