Wintarmanoth Falls

Eventide, three weeks into this battle for light over dark,
the life of an Honourable Knight hangs in balance,
steady and prepared for the blow most feared.

For near on three months their war has raged;
up mountain and along stream; it will end here
with a flag of blues and greens to be raised by the victor,
the one still seated upon a saddle - now worn and bloodied -
over the steed that remains, pawing at the hard ground.

Came then the time: one off-guard moment of cloud
was all it took for contact to land;
the scene framed by the dryness of silence
saw the hand turn to five
and a blackbird sang
with light still upon the field.