The tragedy of death upon the field of battle |
The Charge See the knight upon his horse, with sturdy shield and lance Watch as his charging steed comes fast to mark the grim advance With mighty sword strapped to his side and shield in need of worn And his new and shining crest with feathers all adorn See the arrows falling fast, and costly flying fierce Descend to come and take his life and through his armor pierce Look as he falls onto the mud from his saddle high And as he rests upon the earth the others still charge by And now he looks to the clouds, with sunken eyes of blue And all across is youthful face lays his hair of golden hue And now his polished armor stained, with rivers of his blood And his noble banner lies within the trampled mud His courageous heart in pieces lies there at his lady's feet The fairest girl in all the land now he'll never once more meet And so he lays his gauntlet hand across his ruined cape And his face is painted white as his last few breathes escape And his loyal hunting hounds, his gaming feral hawk Now fear to cross the trodden grounds where the hungry crows now walk So now in the name of noble lords the youth hath come apart And now his breathing loses beat, no more will drum his heart So despite the greatest fear and the danger large No one shall forget the noble lad who there had led the charge |