The king walks out with his head held high
His men behind him with their swords plied
His queen gives him one final goodbye
And then they ride as the dawn draws nigh
Further and onward, drives man after man
Only halting when they no longer stand
Complying every order and feasible command
To claim their prize and protect their land
Then suddenly, surrounded by those they hate
But further they ride for honor and state
Ignoring every wound and painful ache
Leaving their lives in the hands of fate
Slashing and clashing in their desperate plight
To any man, ‘twas a pitiful sight
But steering through with all their might
Trying desperately, in order to win the fight
Bearing high spirits, they had all impelled
Into the fires and horrors of hell
Until with broken bodies, their army fell
This is the story I’m inclined to tell
Last but not least, remains their king
Who, as he dies calls out to his queen
And ventures toward where the angels sing
Unaware of the glory that his story brings
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Poem / Romance
Poem / Poetry
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