A forest full

A forest full of the tallest tree.
The moon hung high above their canopy.
The nights wind blew a gentle melody.
But beneath lay a different story.

A forest full of duff and debris.
The land lay scattered with weaponry.
Among the dead lay a wounded knight.
His body lay beaten in the dead of night.

A forest full of scenery.
What a beautiful sight to see.
The mist crept in tired of waiting.
To engulf the man and his aching.

A forest full of hurt and wailing.
To reflect on a life of training.
A single tear rolled down his cheek.            In the end he was too weak.

A life full of pain and agony.
His memory then jolted suddenly.
Of the times of joy and times of peace.
Tears filled his eyes as he embraced decease.