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The Old Lord (Part Two) (unfinished)
The road continued,
Up through the north,
The old lord is riding,
His army comes forth,
The scouts had returned,
In number a score,
Reporting to the old lord,
Who is preparing for war,
The news they bring,
Speaks nothing but dread,
"Make camp here tonight,"
The old lord had just said,
They all unmount,
Put up their tent,
Pondering how much,
The lord's son meant,
His land is now,
Without an heir,
They killed his son,
His wrath they'd bare,
He calls his sergeants,
For council of war,
The chefs they bring in,
A fresh cooked boar,
Feasting they talk,
Strategies planned,
An enemy marching,
They'll make a stand,
The old lord now tired,
Calls for an end,
Sleeping soundly,
Of who he'll rend,
The dawn now comes,
Light peaks on through,
Stiring with thoughts,
Of what he must do,
A muster is called,
Battle lines drawn,
War trumpets sound,
Drums greet the dawn,
Marching up,
To the top of the hill,
Fury eyes gazing,
At what they must kill,
The drums beat faster,
Lances are down,
With swift armoured grace,
Hooves beat the ground,
