Fog hangs thick, engulfing the ground
Footsteps muffled, not making a sound
Sun rising slowly, in the eastern sky
God grant me serenity, tis a good day to die
A figure of sorts, like a ghostly apparition
Appears from the mist, to take his position
His banner held high, as he rode on the field
He was the one knight, I knew would not yield
His armor, impeccable, as if made by the gods
Both rider and horse bore the same unholy facade
His horse reared back, and stood high in the air
The Knight and he made a formidable pair
Charging across the field, he lowered his lance
Thinking only of victory, I to began to advance
Lances shattered in slow motion, as if it was all surreal
As both had found there marks, against the others steel
The pain shot thru my chest, as the blood began to flow
Your lance was true to its mark, you had dealt the fatal blow
As silence fell upon me, as I lay there staring into the sky
God grant me peace and serenity, twas a good day to die
Poison 9901
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