Your Highness, br br Impartial arenas of thought provoke br the gladiatorial thumbs up or down br in your killing fields where love's silk token br compels me as the drums of death beat round. br In the days of mercy what have I found br lovelier than the blue blossoming sky, br inspiring as the advent of hope; br yet, I watch your silk token flutter down br and raging against all I hate and despise br will I be the one left standing in love's eye.