katie - sir knight

the knight stands on the killing ground
his knoble steed broken down
blood soaked sword in his hand
his armour shines whith the fading light
screams of the dieing sound
as he stands tall
looking out at the rivers red
battlle torn
battle worn
an innocent voice says
sir knight i want to be just like you
he replys
child i am no knight
i am but a soldier, lonely now
no one left to comfort me
this is not honour i am not proud
i follow orders i am but a tool
child this is no life for you.

katie

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