The story of an epic battle for one knight that ends in sorrow.
Summer showers came early this rotten day.
Standing in a pool of wet, my hero;
He could not save the day.
Brave in stature,
Calm in mind.
The demon was not Grendal,
It was a darker kind.
A kind of monster you only see when you close your eyes.
The kind that takes ahold of your mind,
It makes you see untruths,
The hero fell for the deceit and the village is no more.
Slaughtered by the very knights sworn to protect,
The village never stood a chance.
Defeated the hero sits with tears in his eyes.
Summer arrived and with it the rain,
The summer rain was not water, but tears of knights.
So the song of pain begins…
“Oh, my hero brave and strong,
Get your battlements ready and sing along
For today you will cry tears of sorrow,
My knights, my heroes shall not die.
The people were good and kind,
Now they rest in hell.
For the holy knights could not defeat the demon.
Do you remember the tale?”
And so is the memory of the summer rain,
Steeped in death and sorrow was written into song.
A reminder that heroes are not always the victorious,
Sometimes the demons win the epic battle.
So please come all knights and sing this sorrowful song.
Prompt by Christine Graves “Poetic Vision Set your senses free
The Memories of a Summer Rain”
Tas The Artist 
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