A Jousting Tragedy

The trumpets sounded,
A glorious hymn,
A contest of skill,
Between these two men.

The jousting arena,
Provided a wonderous view,
For each of the spectators,
To see this thing though.

They bring me my horse,
A gallant white steed,
With a wild free spirit,
To summon great speed.

They bring me my shield,
Complete with my crest,
So that everyone will know,
That I am the best.

I take a deep breath,
And grip tight my lance,
I move to the starting point,
There's no second chance.

There was a thunderous silence,
As the flag fell down low,
This marked the beginning,
To the start of this show.

I exploded into a gallop,
And unleashed the horse power,
It's hooves beating the ground,
Leaving behind a dirt shower

My eyes stayed focused,
On the target ahead,
For the black knight was unstoppable,
Or so it was said.

When our lances collided,
I thought I was finished,
When I looked back and noticed,
That he was diminished.

But what is this pain,
I feel in my chest,
His lance actually struck me,
Above my left breast.

I fell from my horse,
And bled where I lie,
This wasn't a victory,
For I'm going to die.

Forgive me, oh family,
I did only my best,
I am leaving for heaven,
For some much needed rest.