then ser palomides stood stalwart
athwart that misty steed aholding
gelding in check, lance in fewter
pewter banneret betwixt those two
who long upheld the wicked custom
accustom as they were to mistreat
entreat-ies of all fairest ladies
melodies ringing from hi pinnacle
manacle waiting for ser palomides
snides those black demons charges
barges toward he fairest knightes
mightest cast body a deepest hell
well knewest not whom they fought
brought him lo his gleaming lance
dance no more that first fell man
wan his black broder beheld corse
worse he saw than e'er before yet
beget were he moder deep in hades
maybes furys will spare his chest
brast in twain by palomides sword
word no more ran from evil tongue
plunge his soul into deepest pits
sits astride that noble steed now
how palomides did savest them men