Old World

Grieve for a world man
will never know again.
Of swords and shields
and warring Kings.
Bows and arrows
and poet sings of
adventures gone and yet
to come, villages sacked
and knights killing men.
Of chivalry in most and
hope in all. A mans
cry, a womans call, a
childs laughter, and winds
song, flames dance,
earths soundless gong.
Waters shed in silent tears.
Grieve for a world lost
down the years.


I was thinking about what it must have been like to live back in the days of knights and Kings when this came to me. Enjoy.