Crossbows At Dawn
Face to face we stood on that great house lawn
My challenge for a duel accepted
I have no fear, I have to do this
All other options have been rejected
The sky is grey, it’s barely light
Grass glistens with the morning dew
Expectant faces fill the leaded windows
Hoping for a clear view
My enemy is quite a giant
He stands over two metres high
A wild reputation precedes this man
But I will cause his final sigh
You shoot on ten, my second calls
From his place beside the mound
My arrow beats my opponents
And drops him on the wet ground
He tries to fire when he is down
But his wound does hinder his aim
He will not kill anymore
For it is him that has been slain
And so his end is coming fast
It happened out on that wet lawn
At least all know what happens now
When I say, crossbows at dawn
Copyright © Steve Eaton | Year Posted 2017
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