The Eve of Battle
A fretful knight,
Had taken fright,
At dead of night,
Too scared to meet his plight.
Now the tension was taking its toll,
On another lowly sole.
He stood lost in a world of his own,
His fellow's actions he could condone.
His heart filled with woe,
For he chose his path to fight the foe,
many years ago.
He stood upon the eve of battle,
Armour on tight so it could not rattle.
This was it,
He was fit,
To do his bit.
Evil had had its fun,
The fight would be won.
Plans were set in motion,
Of which the enemy had no notion,
When finally they met,
One would pay their debt.
But what did he hope to find?
Had he been so blind?
Not too see what he left behind.
She had given her token,
Would a heart be broken?
To the moon he made his pledge,
That night on battles edge,
This is what matters,
I can't stand by as my world shatters.
Yet more poetry. I hope you enjoy. Happy New Year to everyone. Hope santa was good to you all.
Len87