Heavenly Tale

Picture by Devesh Uba

Splashes of blood,
And stains of flesh;
He goes down bravely
In the red flood.

Armies of the victorious,
Running all amok;
Taking the battlefield
Celebrations are glorious.

The field was turning gently black,
Blotched with mellow red,
With flowing blood of the fallen knight,
Who has the will to fight back.

Joyous is the army bright
Shroud of darkness round,
Beaming, sparkling, radiant,
At the broken warriors flight.

Ignorant in glee and totally unaware
Of the knight's strong will;
At the break of dawn he will be back,
And scuttle the army, with his lambent flair!