The silver and gold sword withdrawn from its sheath,
preparing to be used against the victim
The roar of the warriors callingthe screams of the dead and hurt falling
The horses rampaging towards the enemy
Bows of the archers are drawn,
arrows set into sight.
There falls a silence in the battle.
Then the large cry up the hill.Turning to look,
a red flag rises above horizon.
But as the victory is called
The thick iron chainmailstopped clinking against the silent heart beat
The silver and gold sword laying on the ground
The shouts and screams of the warriors rushing to help
But it’s too late.
One more lost a lifeIn the battle of the knights.