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::: KnightHood :::

When boys are young and have had their fun
and trained and done all that they could.
Two young men would then step forth brethren
and join in the ranks of knighthood.
One West one East still friends at least ‘till
A dark cloud fell over the land.
And peace then ceased as men turned to beasts
and would die by his brothers hand.
These two friends lives they now divide
as each side then took up arms.
An oath one friend was sworn to defend
while one burned down the villagers farms.
With the country at war it was not long before
they were sure the big battle had come.
The lines were drawn and at the brink of dawn
came the trumpeting horns and war drums.
Soon A battle enraged with both sides engaged
it was staged to become a tie.
Rather than be caged both knight and page
resolved they’d both rather die.
In a field of blood and bone they stood alone
there shown a gruesome scene.
Old friends that hadn’t known that when they’d grown
their blade own a bloodied sheen.
During a clash of swords a dash upwards
straight towards the Avenger guard.
It was not a slash but words of trash absurd
that brought these two champions forward.
One said “Old friend, prepare to defend!”
A thrust sword to fend him away
“Your wounds won’t mend to that I’ll surely attend”
“To render your entrails astray!”
And flurried parried sparks of blades and blocks that hit their marks
and bad remarks that hit their softest vein
As it grew dark a blades deadly arc
Upon its mark drew forth mortal pain.
And to his dying friend his knight friend said
“We’ve done all that we could”
He said, “My friend, this is the end”
“Of the long lost age of knighthood....”

Written by: ~ Michael Holys