Knights

Streaming down from the hill before

Banners swimming in the air all around

They come still, yet more and more

Hoofs beating the poor, dead ground

 

Riders of death closing in around us

Steel brandished high into the air

We stand our ground; we know we must

And as for glory, we now don’t care

 

Sweat begins to bead upon my brow

The palpable fear fills the air here

The screams of war, so utterly loud

This may be the end, it is now damn clear

 

Steel meeting steel as it begins

Clangs of pain and screams of swords

For my dear friends, will this mean the end?

For nothing more than some game for lords?