The Last Knight... Sits astride his bleeding Charger... Caged within his battered armor... Seeks the Arrow of the Archer... As the battle rages round... Over din and clamor... His troops about him gather... Looking to their leader... As blood streams upon the ground... Peering through his visor... At the Death that he has Brought Here... Feels the pity of wars glamor... Lays His Sword upon the ground... The Vanquished lay about Him... The Slain Ghosts Surround Him... The Cost of Life astounds Him... At the Folly that He`s found... He seeks Divine Salvation... Finds a Savage Revelation... And finds there`s no placation... With such Horror all around... So he seeks the archers arrow... To End the Endless Sorrow... End the Pain before...The Morrow... And Rest Within the Hallowed Ground...
Reason for writing:
Its An Irish Thing
Birth sign: Virgo
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