Battle - Poem by Chantelle Clark
The horse's hooves sounded in the distance.
Like rolling thunder was their presence.
Our enemies from chance's court,
come riding, riding towards death's route.
I am a knight with a rowan shield.
Who has to fight in this battle that we wield.
My stallion, hawk, and brindled hounds are with me today
but ony wanting to go away.
The wind is shrieking the sounds of war.
I hear nothing but can feel the growing
anguish that we will endure.
I can see my enemies on the crest of the hill.
Here they come, the thunder is now a banging drum.
Its getting ever closer as I strap on my shield and unsheathe my sword.
A clash of metal, nays, barks, and yelps from the battle field
ring through the disquieted air.
Once our enemy has made the great mistake we will triumph in a great state.
An opponent approaches with a sly grin playing across his face as he lunges towards me, I see his sword's reflection in my place.
I ward off a blow only to block another one like I had a moment ago.
He matches every move of mine.
I can't seem to get into his mind.
(breaking his defence)
My guard slips for one second but that is enough for him to deliver his final blow.
He strikes me with his sword.
I fall to the ground grimmacing at what I had not done.
The wound I received on this day can ony be healed one way.
The Witch of the Westmorland can heal this wound I received today.
She is the only one who can save me.
As I lay on this blood-drenched battle plain.
I think of all the foes I have slain.
I think of the grave mistake I made that nearly lost the day.
This battle has ended on this field but as for the journey of my life today,
The war has just begun as I lay on this battle plain.
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