The Battle Fury


     The dawn broke on that faithful day
     Filling every soul with eager nervousness
     A haunting loneliness hung in the air
     Strange peace before the storm

     They met on the field of sorrow 
     Ready to seize everything they may
     Those of light, those of shadows
     Crashed together in the wood

     Chaos erupted, it was all a blur
     Stinging spells and razor sharp blades
     Filled the air, fell to the ground
     In a whirl of fury, brave warriors battled

     Standing in an electrical maelstrom
     Crumbling low to the cold earth
     Even those who courted chaos...
     Felt small, fear crept in

     Ragged, weary animals slashed and parried
     Sensibility was vanquished long before the foes
     The ranks thinned...soon there were only two
     Stumbling across the heap...to meet.

     Golden as the sun, black as the night, the armor was
     Swords and shields and courage of giants
     Somehow it came to them...the strength to finish it
     They circled as the carrion birds followed

     An hour long instant passed and he fell
     Ebony armor covered with crimson life
     Drained away like all the others
     The golden knight bent low...shaken, tired.

     It was over and so much with it
     Hard to comprehend, impossible to explain
     What deities hardly notice, humans cannot ignore
     That which is given, what is taken

     He held tight to the magical sword
     And thanked his god for the strength
     The toughness of stone, and dwarven will
     Helping to escape the fate of so many this day
     Hanging on the iron gate in tatters.

by Morngrym Verigost
   Knight of the Round Table