They strap on greaves and mail, don their helms and arms

And step out into fields of amber waves, with none but a weeping sky to greet them.

They size each other up, these men of steel and iron

Fingers clench and rest against sword grips and shield bars

as rain pitter patters against their suits of metal

A cacophony of nature that pleads and begs

“Enough blood has been spilt this day”

But upon deaf ears does the begging fall

For men are prickly with their pride and their honor.

With savage yells and war torn cries

The two meet in a murderous flurry

The clash of steel on steel singing to the hills

Sweat and Carmine stain the field

The glint of silver heavy upon the air

As though they were not two men but two gods doing battle

They disregard peace for the harmony of blades

The blood roaring in their ears as they cut each other down

Their boots sinking into the mud with every dire thrust

The blood flows and ebbs, and the two knights succumb to the darkness

Strangled cries of sworn revenge now as dead as the men who spoke them