i wrote it when i was 17, is it good?
Horns blow to the clang of swords
Men throw to the cries of lords
Fire devours and casualty soars
As men fall to the slash of swords
The field is scattered with corpses strewn
The fire, it feasts on bodies hewn
Silence falls as no man calls
A black mist dims the glitter of moon
silence dies as men ride fast
while looking with eyes aghast
the twinkle of armour hurts the eye
and the great plain is grey and vast
forth came a rider, a son of kings
he who fights when people sing
songs about heroes, demons and myths
songs about wars with legendry beings
There he laid his shield and mace
while his fury stole his grace
and when he saw the glittering sword
he ran forth, with great haste
the sword was broken, a dead hero
its greatness taken by the ruthless foe
it was un-made, the famous blade
the one its power naught could show
The sun shone and its light swept
and the hero sat and slowly wept
and he moaned as his tears flowed
for the death of his brother was no small theft
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