I stand in the mire of battle with the dead strewn around my feet
for I am the last of the knights standing and I will never yield
I have been the sad witness to the destruction of my dear allies
whist deep in dire combat I watched my order fall one by one.

Now with my body racked with fatigue and deep wounds that bleed
I pray my armour that hangs from this broken body will endure
Yet with broken rivets and treaties that were made by two armies
did make a travesty of trust, my proof is my blood-drenched sword.

Now I raise my sword for the last time without hesitation
I see the glint of the morning sun on my steel in the crisp morning light
and so I draw my last breath of freedom knowing death is near
for this charging hoard of dark spawn has unbeatable odds

This chronicle of light defeated is viewed from above
for an eagle looks down on this land
with a solemn, broken and heavy heart does spy a knight making his last stand.


By Christos Andreas Kourtis

By NeonSolaris
© 2008 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)