Warrior knight where do you come from?
Seems you are braver than some.
With a spear, bow and arrow,
You can hit a target very narrow.
With armor on you you are protected,
But your steed, did they expect it?
The battle field both bloody and green,
Something that is seldom seen.
Soldiers dead on the ground,
They don't seem to make a sound.
But there is one writhing around,
So the brave one shoots a mortal wound.
Not much a choice is given to him,
For he hates to see any man slowly go dim.
But he won the day, that is what to consider,
To keep his people from becoming ablaze to a cinder.