Chainmail

chainmail

The windswept plains of time reveal

The losses of battles, forgotten

A warrior king stands in his tent

A servant boy dons him with the armor of war

Once again, he prepares

His sword sheathed at his side,

For battle

For love

An enemy, unseen and unnamed, lies on the other side of a distant ridge

Defending the fair maiden of prosperity

The king, scarred, torn and worn

steps to the edge of camp

Saddles his horse

and mounts

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