As he stands before the sun,
He pants and looks at what's to come.
His heart thumps suspense within his mind.
He knew it was him they wanted to find.
As he listens, the enemy trumpets their horns.
Upon the hill the massive line forms.
He looks at his people and bravery hits,
He whispers soft love through his lips.
He mounts his horse and draws his sword.
The people of the stronghold say goodbye to their lord.
As the gates slowly open before the king,
A knight pulls away after kissing his ring.
His horse snorts and whines
As the enemy multiplies lines
A kick in the side sends the poor beast toward
A darkened army and the enemy's lord.
All they wanted was the king this day,
The enemy watches, his people; the pray.
They watch their king with silent tears
As he runs to erase their fears.
Slow motion hits as a ray shines upon him
As for everywhere else the light starts to dim.
His steed's hooves beat the ground like rumbling drums
As the moment of death slowly comes
He looks at the sky and releases a smile,
The enemy archers prepare to fire
But all fear was lost as he prayed
Death came so fast, there he lay
And arrow had struck him right in the chest
It pierces his heart, but symbols his love for the rest.
That day the king died,
But a hero arose with pride.

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