The Opening
Submitted by on Fri, 10/16/2009 at 3:27pm.
The Opening
At dawn two heralds meet
and daggers wield
Infantry blazon black and white
against a checkered field
A lone knight's steed
bears bit and teeth
when lances rise up
and sabers unsheathe
But hold rein, soldiers
Put chariots at bay
For those donning holy mitre
will men bring hither and slay
Battle trumpets sound
and rouse a weary queen
Archers in the turrets guard
as king is rushed between
to be continued...