So I dug up this little poem I did back in the fall of 2010 that I've actually been wanting to share since I found it. It's based on the final battle of King Arthur and I actually think it's one of my finest pieces of poetry I've done.
"Ode to the Battle of Camlann"
On pristine fields, two armies group to negotiate
Armed, suspicious, ready to attack at moment’s notice
Hearts beating fire to and from the always unhinged gate
As a king and his kin stayed wary for any malice
The kin, Mordred, talks first, brave despite the given events
The king, Arthur, listening with intent yet cautious ears
Both men give each other different points of view as men
The talking goes fondly, keen to satisfy both intents
When an asp creeps by, stinging a soldier, swelling his fears
He draws his sword to kill the creature that stung him just then
Others see the sword, mistaking it for sinful deceit
All bets off. Blood can’t think to escape getting shed today
Kindness dies on the spot as the fiery fury heats
Swords are drawn as the y say “So long!” to a nice, peaceful day
Souls buckle up to leave as their hosts take to the field
Everyone charges, set to clash and die for their country
As the asp wonders, “Why dost mine faults so cause this harsh fight?”
One by one, soldiers fall and die, impartial to shields
All passions cannot be allowed to know any boundaries
They must battle hard if they so wish to survive this plight
Arthur and Mordred meet with faces like fuming raptors
Swords begin playing bloody knuckles with their aching palms
Both their noble lives replay all of its vital chapters
Boiling down to one insane move, eyes gritty without qualms
Their epic war simmers as the blood cascades scarlet skies
The stench of the armor penetrates without one regard
As they mêlée to breathe without a shard of remorse
Their skills unparalleled, unforgiving flames marked their eyes
As the blades of glory sing a gory tune in this yard
Dyed in a sea of red, haunted like an evil black horse
A fatal weakness in them shows itself to each other
In this hell aroused from violence and relentless bloodshed
The final clash collides, determined like warring brothers
They connect their blows, with gore gushing out till they were dead
The skies are dark as they witness what happened before them
The legendary King Arthur was gone without a doubt
Mordred the traitor alongside him as they rest in peace
And the clouds began to turn a timberwolf shade of gray
No one lived to mourn Mordred as the late day wore out
Many other bodies spread Camlann, yard of the deceased
But seven true to Arthur lived through the end of the day
