So this is how it ends
I feel the irony,
That I have been killed by my own sword.
On the day when I had finally received my freedom.
I didn't think it would end like this,
I was always so sure on battlefield; no one was ever a challenge
Till I faced the Saxon leader and all certainty flew from my head.
For he was a great warrior,
And I was beaten.
All around me I hear people dying
I have lost my sight,
Darkness is consuming me
And I am leaving the light.
Good-bye my fellow knights
Freedom was not meant for me but perhaps,
I was meant for something more.
And with my last breath I look up at the sky and see my faithful hawk
Its wings stretching gracefully
Flying free.