Black hooves strike the players field.
Sunlight glistens off of cold hard steel.
A shield is raised against the charge.
The lance is poised
The warrior steed prances in the wait.
His master sits to meet his fait.
For him this battle must be won.
To claim the prize.
Banners fly in the gentle breeze.
The crowd roars, then quiets in unease.
A flag is raised and dropped to the ground.
The rush begins.
Haunches lunge in a powerful gait.
The knights race in a course to collide.
Lances raised with deadly precision.
To conquer the goal.
Men bend forward faced into the storm.
The blood pounds a rhythm in there ear.
Braced for the hit upon the steeds back.
The crowd stands and brays.
With a crash and clatter, one mans down.
The spectators grow wild in the stand.
As victor he remains high astride.
Hooves thunder the ground.
The king grants a knightly crest.
Declares this man defeated the best.
Humbly forward to receive the great prize.
He=s bestowed a kiss.
