With purpose

I should be writing my essay but I thought I'd post the result of a long uneventful day. We watched some clips from Camelot in my speech class, so I was bored and in a medieval mood. Haha...Not exactly sure where this came from.

Emerald and blazing,
time is running out.
As it bursts from every feeling,
a piercing cry is shout.

Green glimmered in his eyes,
as the battle raged on to torment.
With sword drawn he paused
preparing for the moment.

Twisting through the night air,
the familiar voice in agony.
His unbroken record was tearing
filling bright stars with ebony.

Fingers slip uncrossed.
Courage's arrival is late.
Hope, frightened, slowly slides away.
It's over.
Falling,
falling,
falling...but wait.

With a flash of light
and one swift stride,
his sword gave in
to the enemy's side.

Thrashing and wailing,
the enemy collapsed,
leaving a powerful silence.
A minute elapsed.

Guard kept up high,
focus still swerving,
his near-fatal victory, prompts
a dash to arms deserving

Soft eyes widen, filled,
shaded with a look of wonder,
staring back at the burning eyes
to intense for her to handle.

Breathing becomes difficult.
It's too much to see.
She looks away, before she believes
in fantasy amidst reality.

But not soon enough.