Grandeur of a Paladin.

Claymore broken and bloodied rests Exposed atop anonymous stone Beside it drapes its sentinel paled In smashed crimson armor, defeated Swordhand desperately reaching in vain In stilled demise grasping at the heavy blade High in the distance tied his noble steed waits Calling out into the spreading darkness As death slowly spreads it’s enveloping hand Eyes desperately reaching out in vain For that last bit of hope of masters return In frozen mortality as the ravens descend Fate undiscovered lost within legend…