Lonely on the battlefield, carnage all around,
war banners and staffs drooping to the ground.
A lone figure reeled, amidst the unseeing eyes,
staring with wonder, and thankful at being alive.
Battered and bloody, with sword hacked and dull,
Was the battle really over, or was this only a lull?

Anxiously he looked, at all that had died,
  "Here I am, my lord, where are you?" he cried.
A rush of wings caused him to look up and see,
a lone white dove flying over the trees.
"Here I am, true knight, if you will only hear me.
you stayed and fought when it easier to flee.

Standing over and protecting, after I was struck down,
Never leaving, never giving ground.
You lived your honor as only you can see,
now I've come back, gathering  you to me,
Your strong arm is done, loyalty has its rewards,
you can lay your arms down, and accept my award.

"But my lord, how can I protect you, if lay my arms down?
"There's need no longer, my brave one.  Throw them to the ground.
Do you not see? The battle is all over, leaving just you and me.
The bewildered knight looked down and surely he did see,
his crumpled body laying, there was no victory.

Then he felt the wind, whistling by his wings, his companion the dove,
they had their victory.