The knight had been wounded in the ambush
but for his armour would be dead!
His horse had escaped now he was on foot
injuring his leg when he fell.
Moving with stealth that sanctuary to seek
before becoming too weak!
The four other knights had been cruelly killed
anger drove him forward.
He had remembered a church in the vicinity
this place would give him safety.
This is what he prayed as exhaustion took its toll
then voices halted his stroll!
Two men sat huddled talking around a newly lit fire
his horse tethered with their own.
He could see their weapons on the ground at hand
catching them off guard his aim.
Straining to get a much better view now realised
two of the marauders he analysed!
Beyond this scene he could vaguely make it out
his one obsession the church!
In pain and exhausted getting home his aim
to his own beautiful damsel.
Whom he had left far too many years before
they’d be together again he swore.
With his light weight armour he inched forward
with his will and strength.
Both were in deep conversation when he struck
skilfully cutting them down.
Headless corpses now lay amongst the trees
smell of death on the breeze!
Filled with remorse now onward to the church
hoping he could find rest.
Fighting the crusades surely he’d done gods will
all he wanted was sanctuary!
As he reached the gates jaded he blacked out
tired of war there was no doubt.
Opening his eyes knowing god had smiled on him
the church had not been taken.
Priests hovered with concern as his body healed
now he was certain in his mind.
Home his next destination word had been sent
satisfied for him there’d be no lament.
The Foureyed Poet.