STORY OF A CRUSADER

by DAVID

By the light I go,
Striding to the battle.
My pace quickens,
As I hear the bones rattle.

I go over a hill,
And what do I see.
Endless undead,
The sight shocks me.

Beautiful homes,
Raging Flames.
Screaming people,
Child games.

The burning homes,
Zombies are moaning.
A story for tomes,
Even souls are roaming.

With a stout heart,
I raise my blade.
I charge with zeal,
To stop this raid!

The first are slain,
In a flash of light.
Exorcised to a crisp,
Redemption glows bright.

More take their place,
Yet I don’t waver.
There are lives to save,
In my holy endeavor.

A woman and child,
Are saved and flee.
But the undead are merciless,
Shot them both beside me.

I turn in anger,
To face these new foes.
An arrow penetrates me,
Fired from cursed bows.

I fall to a knee,
Writhing in pain.
The laws of the light,
Failed to remain.

I get to my feet,
Grabbing my side.
I look at my gram,
And begin my stride!

With a stout heart,
I raise my blade.
I charge with zeal,
To stop this raid!

The archers slain,
One by one.
The bodies drop,
Till the job is done.

I cringe in pain,
The curse afflicting.
The world is fading,
Death is quickening.

I attempt to heal,
The blighted wound.
To no avail,
I must be doomed.

I move to the ground,
Coughing up blood.
A boot hits my face,
I land with a thud.

A stab in the chest,
From an abomination.
Blue flesh and fat,
A terrifying Aberration.

As I lay bleeding,
The fires burn.
I feel I have failed,
Death has taken turn.

With the last of life,
I see one thing.
The crusaders come,
On god’s wing.