He stood triumphant
A king indeed,
Stood within a circle
If men that bleed,
In devastation
At his royal feet,
Ensuring the preservation
Of his noble seat,
He stands victorious
In his regal way,
This was his glorious day
Nothing could rob him,
Of this fame on the battlefield
He had now slain his nemesis,
And there would be no one now
In his way to resist,
Him taking lands
That would make him rich,
Hut upon a hill on high
He saw a lone rider,
Watching, etched against the sky
A young and beautiful,
Warrior, goddess, Queen to be
Watching on, studying,
Observing, intently
Dressed in shining armour,
Dressed in leather and lace
Her demeanor powerful
Yet still resonating grace,
She was unknown yet
But in time to come,
She would ensure this kings reign
Would be undone, at her hands,
But he never saw the threat
He just saw a young woman,
In time to come
When laying on the field wounded,
He would wonder why
He didn’t catch and kill her now,
Instead he smiled a grizzly smile
Then mockingly bowed,
While unbeknownst to him
Her father lay at his feet dying,
Yet she kept her stoic look
Even though inside, she was crying,
What would happen next
Is a series of stories and tales,
Of how she would be driven to win
By the scene she now sat watching,
And the sound of time
In her head tick tocking,
Iike a drum beat, marking down
This kings final curtain.
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