He was a strong and noble lord with piercing eyes of grey. <br />He sat upon his noble throne shining like the dawn. <br />His sword flashed like the brightest star. <br />He led our people well. <br />Yet here and now he lays in blood pierced with arrows. <br /><br />He was the friend of many knights. <br />He loved the warrior games. <br />His heart was won by a lady fair for marriage they did wait. <br />A kindly prince, his duty carried him to another's bed. <br />And on her death true love returned, finally they wed. <br /><br />He felt the grief of children lost to murder and to pain. <br />I was the youngest of his blood. <br />I'll never be the same. <br />Here lays my father and my lord. <br />I know not what to say. <br />Except my father and my lord was slain here on this day. <br /><br />Here lays my father and my lord. <br />I know not what to say. <br />Except my father and my lord was slain here on this day….