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.