The Blood Warrior

TW: Descriptions of war and death

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The Blood Warrior

 

‘Tis a grey, rainy day 

King Martin looks out from his palace so high. 

The fortress he hopes will relieve the moans and the cries of his own sorry will that tragedy ne’er could foresee.

“The burden of death is heavy—my chest bears not the heart of a king. When I sit on my throne pray I not shed a tear. For our lance is chivalrous in strength known to many a peer and grounded in truth, does stand.”

His Queen full of woe, dons a dress of Black. 

And they now seat their throne to tell of the doom, the Knights will never march back.

Who then, will save you from your fate?

When war is in your home and you’re left to fight alone

What fortune you gain?

The Knights set out to battle and defeated are they. The foemens rage is too sharp.

But within the fray, enemies are still being slain. The King and his court break out in disarray.

The slashing and thrusting of sword against man rings loud in the field.

As more men fall, grey shadows part 

and a woman stands brave without a shield.

Who then, is this fierce maid?

Clad all in red, who slayed the foreign beasts and no help needed she

What marvel do we behold?

“Fie on you Martin!” says she “You proud, wicked King. I fought here today in a grey, rainy haze—shows my cold, bloodied face.” 

“What woman dare challenge my rightful reign?” spoke Martin in rage

“Your chainmail and banner are of no worth for you’ve no strength for the fight. 

I am no Knight but, a warrior, I might as sure as the sun will rise.”