Disclaimer: This version of "King Arthur" belongs to Antoine Fuqua, Jerry Bruckhimer, and Touchstone.
A Warrior's Lament
Armed and ready, I stand at my position
And wait for the signal
That will start off this battle of all battles
It is the decider of our fate
As well as the fate of the brave Roman knights.
Their leader is Arthur.
He used to kill many of his own kind,
Untill he saved me and the others at Marius' province.
He fixed my hand,
And brought my weary fingers back into place.
We fought on an icy gorge
Defeating a portion of the Saxons
But not all.
I also saw him, Cyrnic.
The evil son of the Saxon leader.
He looked into my eyes,
I looked into his.
Dark and fierce they were,
As were mine.
The Saxons were my peoples' enemy
As were the Romans.
But I had helped change Arthur,
After the descruction of Rome
And himhaving no one to turn to.
I convinced him with pursuasion
That my people were also his,
And I began to really feel the love that I had for him.
At night came the Saxons,
Arthur turned away.
I followed him into his room.
As I looked down upon him, I told him,
"What tomorrow brings, we do not know"
He embraced me and I kissed him.
I rubbed the scars upon his back,
And pressed my face intohis neck.
I loved him,
And I was glad to know that he loved me.
Now I am here,
Waiting in my battle attire,
A bow in my hand
A sword on my belt.
Blue paint smeared on my face and body.
In the distance I see a figure.
I know well who it is. Arthur.
My hero. My love.
Along with the other knights that I know as well.
There is Lancelot, and Galahad, and Bors,
And Tristian, and Gawain.
Dagonet was one, but was lost to the ice.
Their poles are placed into the ground leaving the ribbons to wave.
That's the signal.
The Saxons are here.
I lift my bow first,
The others after me.
The Saxons are ruthlessly chanting.
They do not bother me.
I let go of my arrow.
The others follow.
The shots have been fired.
War has begun.
THE END.