Victory Well Given

He flew at me, with fire in his steel
And I, the flint, watched sparks fly on all sides
Till pain in my leg did cause me to reel 
And from my knees was forced to fight and hide
   Behind my now all too small shield. Fast, hard
   Did I strike, but no bite but shield did my
   Mace taste till too soon the reign of blows toward
   My head did rust my guard and make me die.
Hard took I that fall, harder still the loss,
But well fought is well won, and when you're hit
And hit well, you die. For all those who cross
Swords in this land, that rule is all of it.
   So, Edmund, taught you well this lesson learned;
   Stand you right in your victory well earned.