Knight Brotherhood Poem by Mandy Lee

The metalic clash of bronze,
the sweeping sound of steel.
The first draw of swords,
in their weilder's hands feel.

Through the drawn out years,
a bloody war do we wage.
Only to be recorded,
in a single blood-stained page.

We can never stop,
for no solution can we find.
We are stuck forever,
in this eternal bind.

Once best of friends we were,
now backs turned away.
May this quest for blood finally end,
that much we both pray.