quotheraven's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- 12th century epic 12th Century Epic By Lea The day had come for the deadly war. She begged and pleaded at his feet. This could be the day his soul does soar. A wretched battle he could never beat He kissed her head in such a way Her fears almost died right then. The beats of his pounding heart did say, "My love, I'll be home again!" He made his way to the front The chains of the drawbridge fell. For if he dies here his soul will haunt He'd never descend into hell. And what a fierce battle this was. A bloodstorm of monsterous size. He fought as swiftly as a god does As best he could under storming skies. How could the heavens let it be That this knight could lose his life? With the purest form of love for she... His beautiful and adoring wife. But his blood ran over his armoured sheild And it flowed out with the rain. Her bravest beloved knight was killed And would never come home again. She ran out in the storm under the blackened sky And held him to her breast. She screamed in agony to the gods And vowed that she'd never rest. She renounced the Lord then and there For letting death take her knight. She lay next to him with an adoring stare And said she'd never leave his sight. The fury of the battle claimed her too As she cradled the love of her life. Now in death there love was immortaly true And he met her there, his beloved wife. 10:21 a.m. - 2002-03-30 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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