THE BATTLE CRY OCT 24/09

i watch from the hill near by hearing, a battle cry came from me while i die

along my companion who lays so still from the pain

grief washes over them whom have watched their king die

by a still sliver dagger

its edged creases

cutting slowly and deeper into his heart

slowly beads of blood travel along his chain main through his armour

soaking up his skin with a rich rouge

still the pain comes searing along his skin

then it ends as suddenly had it happened, our lord is dead

thats when i stood on that hill hearing me cry

that battle cry