Yet another day falls beneath my feet,
 Like those sunrises before, it I will treat,
Not sword or arrow but mighty protest,
Life is a tournament I must contest,
Armed to teeth battlements prepared for siege,
 Man, a castle unto himself, bereaved,
All great wars fought one battle at a time,
Therefore today I will take at my liege,
For at the fall of each sun I consign,
On the morrow I may be relieved.