perhaps its too little , too late..

there once was a knight fighting so far far away..
he used to scowl at his king who gave the orders astray..
but one day his messenger came from the eastern hills, bearing ill news of their kingdom
the knight he rushed onwards to save his people...
but by the time he retreated , his castle laid in ruins..
the knight he said crying," i'm sorry my dear king,
you wisdom was endless, and i was insolent..
i should just listened i should stayed by your side...
now i beg of your forgiveness as i lay down my lifeee"..
he kneels near the crusifix on which bore his master..
the stench of their carcasses fouling the winds..
then his men they stabbed their spears in to the grounds as tears bled through their helmets..
the sky it had darkened , the rain on our arrows ,
i heard the knight said in his dying bloody words,
" forgive me , my weakness, my many many sins..
i should've just listened instead of arguing..
my sister , my brothers they are returning to their land ...
perhaps some day , we may rule again...
no ten thousand years later,
we should face the same..
why have we been fighting the castel,
why havent we been there...
now in rubbles i lay still,
blood flowing from my torso,
i still regret mmy defiance to my kings...