the knight remembers a moment before the battle

two throngs in silence 

the green mead between

the vagrant wind made known itself

grasses rustled

birdsong silked the stream

and hush

the trees

the blessed tress

a rabbit

a squirrel

such frail things

their weakness a strength untold

my life!

the sun has drenched the field in gold

the moment passed

these things ceased to be

we murdered christ

in the fields of acardy