Borrowed Sorrow

Sorrowed brow and aching sigh 
Who am I let per chance to die
From burrows end my furlong makes 
To measure out my pains and aches

I clutch at edges of steely blades
To whom I pledge my life is saved 
From ashes rise that burning knight 
To charge again o'er in fright

Tis but silence that quells me so
Not ogre nor harpy that makes my foe
So bidden well that charge of light
That dreams remembered and put right