A Warrior’s Tale: A Faithful Knight In Final Battle – Author Lori Davis

 

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 A Warrior’s Tale: A Faithful Knight In Final Battle

 

Your Knights we beseech thee in earnest Lord.

We hear the beckon cry forlorn.

Of peasants and the village men,

all bellowing in times gone dark and grim.

We sense the faltering of our fortified might,

of the rampart walls from which we fight.

We sense a turbulence deep within,

and question valor and the whim.

Of nation states who do’eth wryth,

in bloodshed battles amidst our cries.

Across the valleys and this fortress mote,

we see a future of which you’ve spoke.

A grand and sensitive valley plain,

where honor’s legacy doth never wane.

Valor is tested in century time,

and like all medieval memories,

lives in a heart like mine.

I feel the gothic creaking tale,

of noble Lords and people frail.

Who crumble under falling board,

of castle wall and battle sword.

We Knights of sacred destiny known,

we enter this rock and vest our valor this morn.

As the sun doth rise across the plain,

we gather our might and we gather our pain.

Tomorrow we beckon our knights around,

and enter the enemy without a sound.

With the quick of a draw

the knife blade quivers,

and with the whisper of the edge,

the enemy doth shiver.

Like the blade of summer grass,

some nations mend.

And, so to this,

this day, we end.

Our legacy now fortified but with bloodlines deceased,

I question who is the hero and who is the beast.

And though I now wonder in winter’s rain,

Now only a spirit of this great plain,

I am haunted by the raven’s cry.

The day I laid down my sword,

the day I died.

© Lori Davis


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Who are you? Are you a brave knight? A warrior brandishing your sword, ready for battle. Are you a dreamer? Away with the fairies, losing count of fireflies whilst searching for Neverland. A goth? Who feels right at home with the monsters hiding under the bed, who loves to dance a dervish with the devil on the stroke of midnight. Or perhaps you are a dragon-slayer? Or a soul snatcher? Basking in the heat of an eternal flame. Or maybe you’re a witch? Hiding deep in the woods, practicing dark arts beneath the light of a full moon.

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