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