You took your fate as I wrote it,

Brave and loyal knight,

When I wielded my pen against you like a sword,

Though not without a fight

And you took each new plot and chapter,

With all its troubles and strife,

Took it in your stride,

Though the ink was like a knife,

And never did you rebel,

Even when I broke you,

And through the troubles I sent your way,

You always carried on through,

Though a cruel master I may be,

I, who would destroy you,

You were a brave and loyal knight,

A hero, it is true,

Who strived and struggled, as I made you,

And fought the tide

That was my ink upon the page,

And through a maker's cruelty, would never run, would never hide.