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    A Knights Tale

    Friday, May 29, 2009, 11:18 PM EST [General]

    Beside a roaring campfire sat a small band of solders
    each telling of battles they've won.
    In turn bettering the last in their heroic tales
    of death defying deeds they had done.
    Standing their ground soaked with their foes blood
    became too common a theme.
    So desperate they were for all the rest to see
    their living nightmarish dream.
    One spoke of great hoards too many to number
    against an army so few.
    Victorious were the small band of defenders
    for there cause was noble and true.
    Then another recalled a bold castle siege
    thought risky and foolish to try.
    In the achieved win he rejoiced in the way
    he made so many unworthy to die.
    Then bellowed a swordsman of a recent sword fight
    the mission of a murderous quest.
    In mortal combat he solemnly spoke
    of his queries souls endless sleeps rest.
    In the company of men sat a virgin to death
    pure still beat his innocent heart.
    Unsure of his chance in this end game
    and to what end would be his part.
    The young warrior then spoke and as he did
    he looked deep into there weary eyes.
    "Have any heard of a devilish creature
    that hides well in a clever disguise?"
    "It's been said to feed hearty on the flesh from within
    drawn to the feast of the soul."
    "What then remains is the mere shell of a man
    after it has devoured him whole."
    "I seek to be rid of this horrid beast
    for so long I have searched far and wide."
    "None seen such a thing still it I will find
    my glory shall not be denied."
    From across the fire pit rose a battle worn soldier
    speaking with a voice of thunder.
    "So lad you wish to take on such a thing
    that has the power to so completely plunder?"
    "Look not to foreign shores nor to high lands
    for within us all it slumbers quiet and still."
    "In dark reason it's woken to gorge on the spirit
    till it's hunger has had it's fill."
    "For love or for God or unbridled revenge
    a royals wrath or wealth taken or lost."
    "A death's merchant's fortune is measured in souls squandered
    in lies the greater cost."
    Erupted the lad, "But it's a monster I seek!"
    The interrupted warriors anger now grew.
    "Take heed boy!" He said, "The monster is us
    and the monster shall also be you."
    Away from the warm fire and into the dark
    walked the only soul left to save.
    For the tormented souls of the men of war
    shall know rest in the bed of there grave.

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    I love your way with words! Thanks for sharing this!

    Marianne
    June 01, 2009
    04:21 AM EST