Warriors

Once they reined the kingdom of knights,
The ale flowed merrily and they never lost a fight.
The heavy swords clanged with their horse’s steady flight,
And they ruled the lands galore and increased their armor might.

But caught between the spiraling conspiracies,
They became the goats in the killing fields,
The picture of their hanged loved one’s tormented them in their dreams.
The blood still fresh and they ran for their lives.
The only death wish breathing strong,
To guide them back to their ancient might.

The fortress of vengeance they built this time,
To make their enemies hear the sweet death chimes.
Together they prepared for the final skirmish.
Off they galloped to surmount the Fortress of the Dark Devilish.

The swords were drawn and the blood was sprayed,
Flying arrows and their shields swayed.
Some sniffed death and some still prayed,
For the warriors of the fallen,
The crowd hailed.

The forts of Darkness isn’t conquered yet,
The able men had watched their dreams ambushed,
And they wept.
Now as the rain batters their armored chests,
And till the ghosts of their loved and lost one’s,
Are laid to rest,
The fight for glory shall begin,
Till the darkness envelopes them unto the final death.