A Tale Of Age 3:

The day of war broke tensions had risen

my aide did come with scroll of intention

my steed set ready

an my men armed

and in the Queens name 
we did march and ride

archers and swordsmen

brave fine men

ready to die for that

we had preserved for so long

upon the battle field 

stood a thousand army strong

war cries they uttered

defiant they stood waiting

all at once the cry was given

and the colours raised

as we surged ahead

the battle raged for three days

we trampled dead bodies 

as the dying cried out

but still we waged 
raged on

pushing back the attackers

seeking to steal our rights

to a free land

at the final point

stood him and I

already dislodged from our steeds 

by archers afar

his eyes on mine

mine on his

both accessing the fear

and the moment we both knew

when the blows would come

bringing about the death

of one or the other

or even both

~X~