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
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