A Call To Arms

 Once,
It seems forever ago.
The cold winds blow from the north
and the Enemy ran rampant through the lands of my youth.
But, that was not even a year ago...
or was it a month, a week, it might have been any.

My home was destroyed, my crops burned.
My family, was slaughtered in front of my own two eyes.
It was by means of my avarice, my lust for life
That the Ancient Foe found his entrance
and passed through the wall of my faith
I was distraught and at my end.
Then a man, 
Riding on a white horse,
He filled my view
He is all that was,
All that is
All the will ever be

This man,
The White Knight,
He consoled me,
He promised he would protect me.
He would allow me to fight my Foe
for justice
But vengeance,
It belonged to this Knight.
For the Dark Lord,
He had once betrayed the Knight's Father.
And sown discord and chaos into the Father's domain.

Now He sent His Son,
To protect those He held most dear.
I had never seen this Prince,
nor His Father.
I thought the King to be long dead, 
or to have left these lands

This Prince,
The White Knight,
He knew me.
Even as I know myself.
Sometimes, better I think.
For I glanced parts of my soul, yet unknown,
Within My Prince's gaze.
I knelt in allegiance,
He touched my head
And my strength returned in greater sum than ever before,
As one who fights for reasons outside of himself

I gazed into his fierce wild eyes
And much to my surprise
A shinning sword he drew,
Glimmering steel cast its blue-grey hue
I desired nothing so much as life anew
To take this sword and run MY Demons through
And cleft all the chains of sufferers in two

He then extended the sword to me,
I leapt up and grasped it eagerly,
He walked to his stead, mounting it deftly
He then asked me to follow him blindly.
He promised sight would come in time with crystal clarity
He rode away, I followed him swiftly.

I followed him to and fro.
In countless battles we strove
Some we did win, most we did lose
Uncountable scores have been lost in our cause
Some have taken our banner for selfish ends
Having rescued many men, having saved man souls.
We fight with king, and peasant alike.
This is why I now ask,
for your sword in our fight.
We need you now more than ever before.

I cannot promise you safety or peace,
or even satisfaction upon slaying your foe,
I cannot promise the fight will be fair.
But these three things I promise to you,
We will have victory
The fight will be hard
That two men shall remain forever with you
Through the chaos of battle we'll stay at your side
This Prince-Knight and I
And after this war we three shall into the setting sun ride