(i)
T'was the first knight,
on battle's field.
To foe and frey,
I would not yield.
Sword at the ready,
shield in place.
My only thought,
your lovely face.
(ii)
Cresting the hill,
enemies abound.
Running with battle cries,
that did resound.
About the region,
in this dale.
Through enemy arrows,
that fell like hail.
(iii)
Death rained round,
about myself.
I put my fear,
upon a shelf.
My gaze locked on,
to the closest foe.
Time seemed to travel,
ever so slow.
(iv)
Suddenly like a call,
sword steel did ring.
The clash of melee,
which death would bring.
Parried and countered,
this brave attack.
Blocked with my shield,
then began to hack.
(v)
Wave after wave,
an endless sea.
Of an enemy host,
unbridled hostility.
Bits of armor began to give,
so with increased reslove.
Pressed my attack in increments,
with the hope to solve.
(vi)
This multitude,
that multiplied.
Even though,
so many died.
Sweat began,
to fill my brow.
This army the land,
and I the plough.
(vii)
Cautiously they withdrew,
with a sudden burst of fire.
Arrows poured like torture stakes,
to impale this heart's desire.
Sudden pain I looked down,
to see upon my chest.
Missile pierced into my soul,
laying it's head to rest.
(viii)
Grimmaced in pain,
I staggered on.
This chess-like game,
I was no pawn.
To be king,
and you my queen.
Towards this future,
I was so keen.
(ix)
Slowly stumbling to the ground,
hearing blasts of a horn resound.
I watched the foe take to flight,
seeing hooves of friendlies pound.
Earth with mallets,
to overtake their prey.
Finally I knew,
we won this day.
(x)
I knew not how long,
I had closed my eyes.
Now before me you stood,
the greatest surprise.
You looked like Mercy,
an angel divine.
And held my hand,
to show you're mine.
(xi)
We embraced for eternity,
as pain overshadowed me.
My love for you will always last,
as Death I noticed to see.
Was waiting patiently lending time,
so we could say good-bye.
Through kisses and sighs,
we both began to cry.
(xii)
I had fought for you so valiantly,
to win this chance at love.
Only to receive this sting,
cruelty slapped me with it's glove.
First knight I was on the field,
but did not fright or fret.
Even this moment whispering to my love,
the last breath of life beset.
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Submission Name: First Knight
