KNIGHTS OF THE KINGDOMA Poem by DhaVerdA castle being breached to the battlefield
The greatest wall had just taken a heavy fall. With all their cries, you can hear it through the brawl. Some struggle to crawl, and this brawl shall bring death. With their last breath they fight till their end. They lend their loyalty to face the greatest cruelty. Facing fate when it isn't too late. They were so great and never had held hate. But death is death and even through their last breath they pray. Over to the battlefield is where they lay.
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