Hey John!

For whom the bell tolls: never ask; it is the Driver alone.

For which man is the island, and which the continent; never ask: it is the Blade alone.

For which Blade takes in equality his partner, a woman and a scholar.

For which Blade takes in frightened absolution his partner, a girl and an optimist.

For which Blade takes in siblinged enmity his partner, a youth and a harbinger.

For which dies last and forever, only lonely, and departed from these arms' armed others; the bell has begun its centurioned tolling in earnest and recalcitrance, as departs the tide.