A Knights Tale

On the cold hill side I lay,
The cries of battle fading,
My tired body readied to dream,
My thoughts drift beyond this hill,
Beyond my armour,
Beyond this weary body,
Deep into memories,
Of warm sunshine upon green fields,
Silver-mooned evenings among the trees,
Of a soft-lipped kiss,
Of the ocean,
And of distant ships,
As I lay a starry night rolled in,
The birds fell silent,
And my heart beat no more.