*Schhhhing!!*
A gaze is shot, the mist is drawn,
A beam directs the path of dawn.
Steady silence, at it's finest,
Broken only. not by word,
The blackened wings of lonesome bird.
Blade of mercy, blade of glory,
Spins the furious untold story,
Air in twain, as steel doth rain,
And Race the start of blood that drain.
Shines the swords of Arthurs Table,
A stand you vear is merely fable,
Valor, Honor, Pride, and death,
Oh to feel that Ice cold breath,
And know you knew, the price you payed,
To stand with him, This godly day.
A contest entry
- Final Stand by DeadofKnight.
525 points, ended July 14, 2007, 22 entries
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The final price paid is your own life. As ever warrior knows, for Death awaits at ever turn. Thank you for entering this contest.
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