The Crusader The gray skies above, The green fields below. A Crusader steps onto the field, Armed with a black long bow. He is of great importance, His army is behind. He raises his bow into the air, And lets an arrow fly. The arrow flies, Through the air and cloud, And strikes an enemy in the chest, And he gasps aloud. The enemies are panicked now, Their leader has been slain. A young captain takes command, And leads them into the fray. The Crusader is happy now, And to his face comes a grin. He unsheathes his mighty sword, For now, its time to win. The armies clash, With terrifying force. The enemies are being killed, At a surprising pace. The Crusader stands tall, His armour glinting brightly. He brings down his mighty blade, Through an enemy's brain cavity. The Crusader meets the captain, And a duel starts to rage. While the battle rages on, There is deciding of fates. The battle dies down, And the duel ends. The Crusader stands victorious, And he looks around. The battle is done, The Crusaders have won. The enemies have all been killed, And their bodies coat the field. The battle-hardened army moves on, And continues into the night. They seek out more enemies, And await the final fight. 5:35 PM Let me know what you think. Thanks.