"Be Free"

Fires burn the cities to the west.
Armies march towards conquest.
A kingdom on the verge of war.
Death is outside the king's door.
The king summons for his knights
To begin their attack at twilight.
He rises to offer to his assistance,
But he is told to keep his distance.
"You are the pride of this kingdom.
I refuse to lose you in war, my son."
He lets out a long snort of frustration,
"I can help protect this great nation.
Let me lead them towards victory.
I refuse to let them die for liberty."
He leaves his ailing father's side,
And swallows down his pride.
He grabs his sword and his shield.
His determination will not yield.
He will protect the royal borders
Despite his  father's last orders.
A leader never hides behind walls,
But answers the lone bugler's calls.
He rather die making his last stand
Against the invaders of their land.
He joins the knights on the front line.
Their soldiers amongst the pines.
Our archers let flame arrows fly
Lighting up the entire night sky.
With their swords, they charge
Directly into our fiery barrage.
They fight like they are demons,
But we hold back the heathens.
Alas, he was injured in the battle,
And escorted back to the castle.
Placed in front of the royal alter
In a bed next to his dying father.
Their kingdom has been spared,
But we are losing our king and heir.
The crown broken beyond repair.
Our kingdom now faces despair.
Was it noble valor or foolish pride
That has let the monarchy die?
The prince charged into the fire.
To have the royal bloodline retire.
The land announces the new king
As I hear the church bells ring.
The royal family let us be free
As we begin our life of slavery.