Knight's View
A black sun rose unto the day
and pulled back a shadow where quiet men lay
await the silence of decay
So the slain to be found
that have been given unto the ground
lay in the absense of sound
A bladed base to be swung
that stead the fault of a peacefull tongue
and so a battle sung
Courage spawned upon wits end
where life had scarred a primal mend
no will would bend
So to the glory of a perfect reign
that has cleansed evil and summoned pain
so to its life sustained
And sowed its seed unto the frost
its seed sowed deep but to what cost
a kingdom won a people lost.
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