Equal on the Battlefield
By: Scott Moseley
Though of King Arthur many stories are told
And of his Knights of the Round Table brave and bold,
A story most often not heard
Is that of a Yeoman, a young archer named Bert.
And a lesson came to be taught
By the bravery of Sir Lancelot
But that is not until later I am sure you're distraught.
It came upon a Monday morning
Where two armies to do battle were forming.
Both kings thought they had divine right
To be the victor by the end of the night.
Both prepared to quarrel and fight
Let their knights loose to kill with delight.
It soon became clear
To king Arthur dear
That knights alone couldn't win this war
And that he needed something more.
He put in every soldier
But as the day grew older
Bert had few friends that survived
But many that needed to be revived.
The Round Table was doing poorly as well
Though Sir Lancelot fought as twelve.
Bert did empty no less than forty a quiver
To put a shaft in enemies that only could shiver
He shot a knight that happened to pass
And picking up his sword and taking his stead
Bert went about doing a knight's grand deed
But an enemy archer saw many a comrade die
And put an arrow into Bert's right side
Arm pinned to his flank
Bert screamed in pain
Dismounted did Bert
Although he was hurt
Raising his arm he snapped the arrow in twain
But this did cause him much pain
With his last ounces of strength an arrow notched did he
And grabbed the fletching in between his teeth
Holding the bow with his good arm
He knew the fatality of the harm.
He aimed at the bowman they locked eye to eye
They starred at each other then Bert let fly.
The arrow flew so true
It smote not one but two.
Sir Lancelot had seen it all
And anger made his battle call
He picked up Bert's bow and quiver
And made more shafts to shiver.
The day was done
The battle won
But not without great losses
As the sun did go down
The light glinting off King Arthur's crown
Head hung low for he knew how many soldiers had fallen 'round
But at least they slept now safe and sound.
'My bravest warriors I shall make them heirs
of what shall be eternally theirs.'
King Arthur said as he looked down trodden
As he looked into the face of Sir Lancelot who had fallen.