Darkness covered the battlefield, hope lost, never to be found,
One knight stands alone, his faith and dreams and the
price of freedom the only thing on his mind.
In his hand a shield, in the other his sword, all around
the cries of dying men, but he hears no sound,
As blood cries from many wounds and tears run down
his face, he silently knows there is little time.

Remembrance of a time once shared,
The one true love of his life, a lady with a true heart
to whom he entrusted all of his secrets; his world of fear.
The fight was his by right of birth, no strangers died
that day, all brothers and sisters, no blood kin only
the fact; a bond and a purpose....he cared......

A blessing or a curse; to remember everything,
Sudden flash.....pain that brought him to his
knees and falling on his back into the mud.
It was raining when his lady arrived to his side,
"Misty, my love, do me on last honor and kiss me!"
With a tears in her eyes and a grim smile, a wish was
given freely.

                She gave him the kiss of death.......

Shadow Mist © 1996


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