The bells rang,

I thought it wasn't much:

An escaped prisoner,

A hut on fire,

If only it had been

Great Beasts,

the very stone angels of Camelot,

turned against it's people.

I fulfilled my duty,

Grabbed shield and sword,

joined with the knights,

My brothers,

In defense of the citadel.

My citadel.

The first to respond,

us few,

with the prince.

Our prince.

My prince,

He fought the beast,

The gargoyle of magic most foul.

But shields locked, us few,

We dare not join,

But watched the prince

Our prince,

As he fell.

Falling,

Descending,

From dark night skies,

More chiseled beasts awoke.

We, in cloaks of red did fight.

For Camelot,

Defending,

Falling.

My prince.

My brothers.

And I.