Are you free to write a few random lines of poetry
I will then pick it up and add to it.
What say you?
Dawn peeks through mist and trees,
squires before their knights on their knees,
banners limp in the listless air,
as off in the distance, trumpets blare.
Clatter of armor as men-at-arms march,
the sun eeks through and throats become parched,
hoarse voices cry out as battle is joined
and a new song by the minstrels is coined.