How can I stop it?
Every knight had a question
The clerk said it was better to have one
That the quest for its answer
Would give you the strength to push on
The lot of us followed him blindly
And never doubted his words save for those with prior arrangements
This wasn’t due to their loyalty or because he earned our trust
It was simply envy for he seemed to be living in tranquility
Even though he was bearing a larger curse of knowledge than we simple folk
Just the sight of him, calmed our nerves
Until the prized student he seemed to have been waiting for
Came to remind us
That a curse was a curse after all.