Pretty
Pretty beautiful the essence of beauty…
The sky tells of its story…
Long ago, during a few years of glory,
You could see the metal shining.
The RAWR and clash and swings,
The sword hits and rings.
The coward flees and runs.
They don’t make it far before they hit the ground with a thud.
People clash in loud cries of pain…
No time to go insane…
Fight, analyze, learn, and improvise…
Try harder, survive for your children and wife…
No one can save your life.
Just you, your sword, and strife.
Do you believe in the cause or are you afraid for your life?
“Take no prisoners!” They attacked.
“The children, the women, and the elders fight!
All to arms, unite!
If we die, we die!
If we live, we live to fight another day!
Survive and try hard,
Just remember to hope it will be okay…”
That beautiful metal shining in a warrior’s eyes…
That was one of the final call to arms with a smile,
The six-year-old boy’s body falls apart…
Knowing he did his part.
He may rest and clear the sins in his pure heart.
No longer can the cries be heard or the blood be shed…
In the mortal realm, the knight ceases to exist.
