Ere this time, the hoofs of the horses pounded on the battlefields,
the green, vast fields where men lay slain and others still fought.
Ere this time, the clash of steel against steel, strength against strength,
when men proved themselves against others.
Ere this time, the arrows whistled through the air before they plunged into flesh,
and the dying man's breath was heard one last time.
Ere this time, shattered shields covered broken men,
and the victors stood over the bloodied field.
Ere this time, men rode tall in their saddles,
while women dreamed of heroes.
Ere this time, battles were visible,
fought by armies.
Ere this time, chivalry guided the hearts of men,
and helped the lady in distress.
Ere this time, women were ladies,
and men were men.
How I long to live ere this time.
If only I lived ere this time.
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