The rain fell hard and the lightning falshed
above the castle walls
The sound of wind was in the air,
near the forest waterfalls.
The knight stood near upon the wall
his sword and shield flashing
standing brave and free and tall
amidst the armies thrashing.
The enemies with darkened helms,
came fourth among the storm
they came with want to overwhelm,
and deep desire to harm.
The knight drew up his bowmen strong,
and pointed now below.
“shoot straight and true my fiersome men”
He said with strong gusto.
The bowmen did, as he did ask,
and let thier arrows fly.
Thier enemies, though charged with task
ran then, in fear to die.
But darkened king, who led the force,
blew from his horn a blast.
He rallied the throng of darkened foes,
thier fear, he did atest.
The knight looked on, with heavy face
and drew his silver sword.
with cry of vigor to his race.
he led them across the fjord.
For before the keep a fjord there lay,
a wide and rushing stream.
He led them out to sieze the day,
in the sunlight’s orange gleam.
They met thier enemies face to face,
and how the blood did fly,
and smoke rose from that cursed place,
it rose into the sky.
The knight he stood, as day drew near,
and saw the flag nearby.
The bearer of the flag, a friend,
had fallen down to die.
And so the knight, with cry of rage,
took up the flag, so bright
he held it high, like staff of mage,
in the deepening sunlight.
The army then was rallied there,
and ran up to his side.
They charged the ranks of enemies,
for victory, how they tried.
And finally, at break of day,
the battlefield was won.
The knight was pierced with arrows,
and so was his fallen son.
But they looked on a place of hope,
for the keep it was not lost,
his people would endure the summer,
and survive the coming frost.
And there he died, the noble knight,
a victor through and through
his body was taken away by night,
and buried beneath the pale hue.
And there he lay for many years,
and still lies there today,
and many lamented and shed thier tears,
at the loss of him on that day.
But they remembered and rejoiced,
in how thier home was saved,
and they carried on with merry choice,
and endured for many a day.
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This brought me back to English classes I took where we read stories such as the Iliad and Beowulf. It reminded me of a (short) epic poem. Nice work!