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"Quickly, my Queen, we must away!" the white-cloaked young Knight calls; sounds of battle grow ever close down grey stone-pillared halls. "Protect my Love, and keep her safe" ordered his Sovereign Lord. Yet rash heart yearns to stand with King, to wield unbloodied sword. Red-robed Queen walks with hurried poise, guards try to not show fear, all stop and as one group they froze, at unearthly scream quite near. Swiftly they go through stone-arched gate, towards stables where escape await. Within stable, hearts fill with hope, welcome scent of fresh straw. As all make ready to depart, Knights fervor does still gnaw. Escape in sight, the Knight did speak, "I must defend my King." The Queen upon her horse looked down and sadly touched her ring. "If you must, you must."she quickly said and spun around her steed. With clear command, "Onward!" she spoke. They rode away at speed. Towards throne room and King, Knight does head, Where glory, honor lie ahead. Round last corner, young Knight turns, into a ghastly scene. Knights and guards litter the floor, Of Throne room once serene. Dark-armored figures press forward, toward fearless sword-drawn King. As Knight rushes towards desperate fight Kings sword halts in mid-swing. He shouts "You should have kept her safe!" Face shows his trust betrayed. Distracted thus, his heart is pierced Ran through by black-swords blade. The young Knight pales; what has he done? Towards Queen and duty he doth run. Footfalls echo in empty halls as Knight retraces route. With sword in hand, his keen eyes scan, aware of foes about. With caution peeks in stable door, no enemies inside. To Queens escape, southern moon gate. Upon black steed he rides. At silvery gate he leaps from horse, the steed, in protest neighs. He runs past bodies, broken spears. In shock he stops, dismayed. On road, Queens robe is torn in parts. In tatters, matching Knight Kaln's heart.
Within the stone crypt, light glinted from shining blade, defying times curse.
In the pre-dawn morn, little son smiles while we play in the low-lit room.
Quiet stroll, calm mind; in familiar neighborhood. My past and present.
Pale banners held high, shining Lancers bravely charge, Towards the fearsome horde.
Problems from the past, do relentlessly whisper, Useless solutions.
Bouncing in the bus, Exhausted from the workweek. Feel the stress flake away.
Woods serene stillness. Stoves hiss, wife-made coffee call up the wide dirt path.