A Tale Of Age 4:

With God Queen and country at my side

I struck the first blow

he blocked and struck back

his mighty heavy sword swinging

catching my shoulder

my breath hard to pull 

into my already tired lungs

he still kept coming

like that of a bull enraged

the fire in his eyes burnt strongly

his armour clouded by the mud and blood

of the bitter battle afore

my sword I did swing at his midriff

but glancing only the metal armour

his laughter echoed through my mind

as his sword struck my side

cleaving me open

the warm blood warming my leg

thinking it was my last

as he stood ready sword raised

to strike his final blow

my final acrument was to strike up

towards the gap in his chest plate

the sword struck home

and his face turned from glee

to fear and horror

his knees he did fall

and to the heavens he looked

uttering in his tongue

his final prayer

afore me he fell and at once a horn sounded

the battle had ended

the war won

and the attackers driven back

we had protected preserved 

this great land

and I though wounded

had served my Queen

though like my counter part

to have died there

would have been
just as honourable

as he surely was

brave to the end

Prologue

we live in a free world

we have a freedom to express

speak and utter

we have fought for this / these land/s

and many have bled and died

did we do we forget

?

~X~