The Kiss

It was a staggering night. A bruised but honorable knight An empire at its height An entrapped and bloody victim Just more real life, not a sitcom It was the passing of a great king The mourning as the choir sings In memory the bells ring The kings daughter, makes her way to the alter Begrudged peasants stand in "Wow!" Noble knights fall on bending knees "How!" The arena is packed In cages body parts are racked Nightmares circle the stage No specific date, time, or age Emotions flow On the ground lands a crow If hatred fills the room Then love brings a satisfying doom The spirits of many men rise Never knowing the enemy lies in disguise If an ambush were being prepared Then broken hearts were being compared Dubbed by a sword, but only serving one lord Peasants rally, too many for one to tally The river flows strong Revenge awaited to long As outsiders charged the gates Every soldier puts a hand their sword As if fate were to show up late In a moment of silence Before the commotion of violence The princess closed her fathers eyes As war was to come before the sun were to rise She turns to every soldier With no man looking over his shoulder Grabs a shield and prepares for the battlefield But as she draws her sword, she blows a kiss A wish that no man could miss