Latch To A Grave - Winterfylleth

I am a Lord’s attendant

A soldier’s loyal kin

To my master dear

Companion to my king

A queen on me sometimes

Nobly swears an oath

I hold in my possession

The latch to a grave

My tongue is firm

Yet oft I, to the poet

A loan of words

Give for his verse

Faultless is my form

And noble is my cause

Yet in the hands of some

Deathly is my touch