The horse's hooves sounded in the distance. <br />Like rolling thunder was their presence. <br />Our enemies from chance's court, <br />come riding, riding towards death's route. <br /> <br />I am a knight with a rowan shield. <br />Who has to fight in this battle that we wield. <br />My stallion, hawk, and brindled hounds are with me today <br />but ony wanting to go away. <br /> <br />The wind is shrieking the sounds of war. <br />I hear nothing but can feel the growing <br />anguish that we will endure. <br /> <br />I can see my enemies on the crest of the hill. <br />Here they come, the thunder is now a banging drum. <br />Its getting ever closer as I strap on my shield and unsheathe my sword. <br /> <br />A clash of metal, nays, barks, and yelps from the battle field <br />ring through the disquieted air. <br />Once our enemy has made the great mistake we will triumph in a great state. <br /> <br />An opponent approaches with a sly grin playing across his face as he lunges towards me, I see his sword's reflection in my place. <br />I ward off a blow only to block another one like I had a moment ago. <br />He matches every move of mine. <br />I can't seem to get into his mind. <br />(breaking his defence) <br /> <br />My guard slips for one second but that is enough for him to deliver his final blow. <br />He strikes me with his sword. <br /> <br />I fall to the ground grimmacing at what I had not done. <br />The wound I received on this day can ony be healed one way. <br />The Witch of the Westmorland can heal this wound I received today. <br />She is the only one who can save me. <br /> <br />As I lay on this blood-drenched battle plain. <br />I think of all the foes I have slain. <br />I think of the grave mistake I made that nearly lost the day. <br />This battle has ended on this field but as for the journey of my life today, <br />The war has just begun as I lay on this battle plain.<br /><br />Chantelle Clark<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/battle-3/
