He stands
Willingly
Sword and shield in hand
Fragments of armor intact
Battle scars exposed
Under the scorching sun.
He tells her to run
She refuses
“No, i’m not leaving you!”
He nods
Not in agreement
But in awe of her angelic presence
Perplexed by recent choices
A Kings-guard
Betraying a Kingdom
Out of love,
Was this selfish?
Dropping his armaments
He hugs her, teary eyed
She feels his emotions
If only for a second.
The ground starts to tremble.
A stampede of armored Knights
Approaching from a distance
He readies his arms.
Looking into her eyes
For what may be the last time.
He dashes off
hell-bent on winning
The plan?
Meeting the army head-on
For once,
He was not fighting for entertainment,
Selfish desires or gold
For once,
It was not for the approval of his King
For once,
He was fighting for what he believed in
He was fighting,
For ‘them’.
-Dante
O.D. 