Final Pages
Final Pages medieval-knights-and-battles stories

philipdodd Storyteller and poet.
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Final Pages

by philipdodd

Here is my rusted helmet, this is my broken shield. You may wonder how I survived it, what happened on the field.

I believed the king was right, the rebel leader wrong. Out of the great battle we fought in, the minstrel made a song.

I rest now in this chapel, seems the true place to be. Say a prayer and think of what happened, if anyone is free.

It ever was a tangle, it ever was a mess. The doctor was right about the wound, the pain grows less and less.

I loved the woods in summer, I loved the stars at night. I was moved by fine words on the page. Wish I knew which were right.

Now read the final pages that will complete my tale. Though mist and shadow lies on my quest, I know I did not fail.

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