His breath was weak, his eyes told much,
Vomit trailing down his cheek.
A sword to heavy he still did clutch,
His armour, an old antique.

This young squire looked up at me,
Unable to say a word.
A silent gesture in the form of a plea,
recounting what had occurred.

This young squire was soundly beaten,
His skill was somewhat flawed.
He looked as if he hadn't eaten,
His tools, forged from a fraud.

"Why did you lose?" I asked this boy,
His tears spoke before he did.
"My sword is useless, like a toy,
My armour, someone's rid."

His words indeed had rings of truth,
His tone, indeed sincere.
Perhaps new tools this warrior youth,
Would help his new career.

Taking his sword and armour away,
I told him to sit and wait.
I will be back and do not stray,
I'll be back before late.

I forged that night and all through dawn
A sword and armour of strength.
My stamina spent and mostly gone,
I crafted at great length.

I brought these tools to this young squire,
His smile was ear to ear.
The other squires had stopped to admire
Many with silent revere.

The sword was balanced, perfect slashing
Slightly heavy at the hilt.
The armour was almost perfectly form fitting
With just the slightest of tilt.

The squire was anxious, ever willing
To meet his next foe.
Soon, much blood he will be spilling
His form had such a glow.

A giant swing he did let loose,
Grazing his opponent's chin.
A killing blow, he could produce,
He pressed on with a grin.

The match had gone for a short while,
The squire had greatly faltered.
I sat and watched, I had to smile,
Recalling this armour I altered.

Spring loaded spikes within the tilt
Triggered with a certain hop.
His leg, I imagine, was completely split,
The sword he used to prop.

My eyes widened with joy and delight
He screamed, his hand was gone.
This squire shocked at this new sight,
Triggered blades, this hilt had spawn.

He turned to me, eyes with terror
Betrayal ample on his face.
Perhaps he now realised his error,
As his skull caved from a mace.



Penned by my hand on the 4th of Chronos, in the year 392 AF.