When Knights Fall

When Knights Fall

I hear a voice calling me
Through the fog within my mind.
Insistent is the call to stay
My life again to find.

I hear it now then not so much
Its power grows and falls
I start to realize I have a choice
Of life or death with dueling calls.

What do you want with me I ask
Of death which offers peace,
Or life I know from there I come
Of war beyond belief.

Knights are skilled and trained to kill
Professional in our trade.
Yet we die as do other men
With sigh and brief petition made.

Some consider wives and kids,
Of families far away.
Some wonder with life’s last breath
What purpose was served today.

I remain with choice which route to take
Contemplation seems long though terse.
I choose to return to life just now
To sing life’s second verse.

When knights fall, people say
It is too bad but ordained to be
As a knight’s profession considers death
His call for immortality.