And tied as he was
Poor battered Tykyn
Could nay not even
Collapse in pain
And wish to feel no more
Which at the very least
Would have made him feel
Better by a very little bit
So all he could but do
Was to sit him there
And feel such pain
That death would be
A most welcome thing indeed
But truly truly
He could not say
That to die again
Would be a good
Like it was before
Though why such pain
From simple fists
Though metal hard they were
Was he not himself
Of sterner stuff
And thus beyond
The likes of simple blows
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