Hundreds of years ago, on an unnamed field, the knights gathered.
Soldiers on either side, capes of red and blue.
A chill, Crisp wind blows through.
Cold sunlight reflects off shining armor.
Each side stands still and silent, like the ground beneath them.
Then, with a mighty shout, the King yells
Every soldier ripples like a wave
The people become a flood and all the soldiers run at each other full speed, with weapons gleaming.
In an instant the lines collide, with the sound of a crack of thunder.
Each man is slashing, stabbing, and hacking for their lives.
Weapons become stained
Gallant knights are slain
Grown Men cry out in pain
But the battle has just begun.