User blog:TylwythTeg/Baxtorian's poem

What care I for this mortal coil,

Where treasures are yet so frail?

For it is you that is my life's blood,

The wine to my holy grail.

And if I see the judgment day

When the gods fill the air with dust,

I'll happily choke on your memory

While my kingdom turns to rust.

~ Baxtorian Cadarn

There is a second stanza, but it is little known icly (and also is not as pretty!).