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| When the knights are vanquished, And the battle is won or lost. The King can look upon the land, To see what it has cost. Is the land still free, Or are the homes burnt to the ground? Will the peace now begin anew, Or shall Darkness fall around? These knights lying upon the field, They gave themselves this day. For a land they shall not see, Called Tomorrow come what may. The King picks up the shield, Of a man who was his friend. Now he lies still, sword in hand, No words that he can send. The stark trees bear carrion crow, Surveying the blood soaked green. The King looks at them with disgust, He knows what he has seen. The King begins a slow journey home, Yes, his land is free. But there are many at his Table, That he shall never see. |
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