A Call in the Night

Cold sharp hail is blown into my face by a storming wind.

I take shelter in a small wooden church near the black woods.

A choir sings some songs of praise for their lord.

For I while it makes me forget the sorrow

I am in. '

In distress we call to thee, we await thy return, for the forces of evil are closing in upon us, but with thy help we can live beyond our lives' end, o

Lord accept our gratitude for thy sacrifice.'

I hear a call in the distance, it startles me.

For it seems like the call of a dying man,

I ascend my horse.

As we leave our shelter to challenge te raging storm.

I hear the shrieks of a falcon from within the fog ahead of us.

Amazed to hear a falcon's shriek in this time of year.

I ride towars the branch on which the falcon sits.

I feel a cold shiver as

I enter the forest in search of this man.

With the falcon as my guide, and a bastard sword at my side.

A strange feeling that makes me a bit sick tells me

I am near.

The source of the horrible scream, which

I heard a short while ago.

The slain body of a warrior is what

I find here.

It looks a bit familiar but

I cannot seem to grasp it.

Death takes even the best of us.

Away from the world of the living.

I wonder what the cause was.

For the death of this man. '

Dost thou not see the war that plagues the land, our enemies gather before our beloved city?'

His face carries a strange expression.

He seems to have been content.

I wonder if there's more to it.

Is there a truth in the books of old?