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A sort of spiritual sequel to 'A Dragon's Tale' (and nothing to do with the movie :) ) |
A Knight’s Tale The dragon was slain yesterday In a field charred and raw Blood basted from the souls that paid The sins they did and saw Soak the resting place they fell Smoking ash remains A testament to how we tell The victors in life’s games The brave who fought majestic The martyrs rise to grace The villains failed rhetoric The falling of a face A face painted by victors, The one’s who didn’t fall Painted out in whispers As time, it takes its call Blurring lines ‘tween heroes The sidekicks and the foes Characters in stories … with their fairytale woes Embellished for the peasants Gilded in a frame Wrapped up for the present The new rules of the game Where roles play loosely on the wind And stations, they do change Twisting as the storm rescinds And war lines rearrange Forged in blood and fire From dragons of the same Dragons of our making The villains of the game Yet even in the peace time As rain soaks out the blood As wind quenches the ashes The memories that stood Under rain and lightning Underneath the ground Echoes leap round frightening, in dark caves they resound Protecting ovate stone shapes In whispers born of hate Echoes from forgotten times And victories of late This medieval wheel spins Grinding to the end And underneath that splintered wind The stone, it starts to rend |