King Arthur

We lined up, one by one
One by one, we stood against impossible odds.
We were a fallen kingdom.  

"Take our castle
Take our land
Take our lives
But take not our pride."

And true it was...
We shouted that until
Everyone of us drew
Our last breath

We lined up one by one
One by one, we stood against impossible odds.
We were a proud people

Pacing his horse in front of us
He shouted praises
Oh! That man could speak!

A great orator
Never to be quoted
The most valiant calvary
Ever to call themselves

"Soldiers!  Stand tall!
Fight with honor!
Fear not your death
But embrace it!"

No matter how much fear shook you
No matter what thoughts crossed our mind...
We stayed calm
With our serene glares piercing through our armor.

We grew up with stories of heroes.
Mythical people
They were never scared.

We were in no way mythical
We learned soon enough that we were not composed of words
or nice thoughts.
We were

"Men! There they are!
Prepare for battle!
On my mark!!!!"

We were human.
We bled.
People would not tell of our stories.

"Men, fight not for revenge!
Fight not for glory!
Fight for honor!"

King Arthur! Defender of Britain!!!
We shouted.
And with that, it began

"We might not be the victors of this battle
but the Saxons will forever remember
King Arthur and his valiant knights!
CHARGE!!!"

And we did.

Arrows flew.
Lances were thrown.
Swords were slammed against one another.

Clearly outnumbered
We fought on.
They saw hell first hand that night.

As we killed three times
the number of our army,
one by one we died.

Death taking us one by one
We thought of our wives
never to be seen

Death taking us one by one
We said a final prayer
for divine intervention.

Death taking us one by one
We were a proud people
And entire army with the
same
dying
words...

"For...... honor......"