memories from their broken coffins flood the floor
i am immersed in the wonder of the battles, the fights
that were fought so long ago
the scene is so vivid to me now, the raging horses
the clinking armour and the sharpened spears
the sun that glares over the hill, the terror
on the faces of the fallen
but now the court is gathered in all its wonder
and the dirty game of politics can continue
the lust round the table reaches boiling point
the descision is made
the knights in all their splendour ride out
so noble and proud high on their steeds of gold
the heroes of their day, the courageous few
who risked all in battle
a disgraced lord returns to a desolate estate
his riches plundered, his lands burned to dust
as he staggers to his home, he sees a glint of silver
all is not lost yet
or the glory of the city, raised high above all else
home to thousands of expecting customers to the king
they are there to witness a miricle take place
the return from despair
but now their sarcophogi lie cracked in despair
as their legacy is lost, their battles forgotten
but i shall never forget these scenes of triumph
untill the day i die