Legends of the Past
On the battleground where evil fell
That spread throughout both hill and dale
Are the whispered tales of swords and slings
And the legend of a thousand kings
White knights and squires on armored horse
Who bravely chose to stay the course
Thus plunging headlong into death
To conquer foes and dragon's breath
Dark wizards and their minions vast
With bloody shields the stain was cast
Through countless lives and many tears
The battle waged a thousand years
Though king after king kept falling
Still valiant souls there kept calling
Who rose up from both slum and manor
To stand and fight under one banner
It came beneath the setting sun
At last a mighty king had won
And what was heard when all was said
Were the echoed voices of the dead
A thousand years or maybe more
Stands a hallowed monument of war
Their victory no sword could sever
The legend now lives on forever
Copyright © Randy Freie | Year Posted 2023
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