And so the first fell to one knee and pledged allegiance to an infant king

And so a babe grew into a man in but one day and left a shell of childhood for night to take

He raised a sword for a cause all but one would fail

The horses screamed as the dying cried and victorious road out to claim a higher prize

The battle prepared all for the unexpected so great faith was placed upon a single circlet

Battles sing as swords clash to meld a song for bards to chant

The chance of luck is not fate but of warring fraction seeking to gain in a gamble that life creates