Alone to stand
All but another this day
Surpressed by our rage
A freightened end to shatter
A clear and sunny day
Dotted by not a cloud
The perfect day
If one were to die
It would be today
Slow the march
The sun bleeds down
Red tearing in the sky
Blurred images racing
A slight sting
And a whisper to match
A glisten in the sun
Sparks light the day
Sword against another
A shield pressed high
Flashing lights pass us by
Ringing and stinging and not letting go
Persistant and never relenting
Until a sword drawn from bone
A silent gasp
A silent defeat
Death coming to both
An honorable man dead the same
No honor in killing
Thought honor is a Knights code
And in killing, too, he has died
Lived to kill again
A contest entry
- Final Stand by DeadofKnight.
525 points, ended July 14, 2007, 22 entries
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I am a bit confused by the last two lines. The Knight has died, but do you mean that Death goes on? Or was the knight not killed? Hmmm
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