My damask dagger with a soul of steel, I love you! Comrade chill and bright, Forged by a brooding Georgian for revenge. A free Circa**ian honed you for the fight. A lily-hand brought you to me in parting, A keepsake of a time too brief And then for once not blood flowed down your edge But a light tear: a pearl of grief. Fixated onto mine, her two black eyes Filled with a sad mysterious dream Like your raw steel put to the quavering fire Were dim one instant, then agleam. Love's wordless pledge, bestowed as my companion In travel, give me council to the end. Yea I will never change, my spirit steeled Like you, like you, my damask friend.