Filled with mirth so gay and bright
Men ate and drunk to their delight
And horses passed with thundered gaits
As men did sit and talk of mates;
Speaking as if conquest was their game,
Thinking bed with women will win them fame.
It was not foul till talk turn to riot
No one able to keep them quiet.
Then someone drew their sword
Tinging metal with a chord;
Shan't forget that passion sound
Here in my ear it is bound
For after beauty their came blood
Upon the floor it did flood,
Staining shoes and sword alike
As it drew back from its strike.
Howls were heard across the land
as Death did come and take the corpse in hand;
'I curse you all with a vile blight,
For letting Death come to this site!
My cold dead hands will not forget
For now your souls will pay my debt'
Last word be heard as Death and he had left
Leaving us all here in the inn, bereft.
No hand had I in this
But in stopping it, I was remiss;
and with that guilt my body lie
as the cold grips come ever so nigh.
'Nay I say! My soul is not to blame,
Tis nothing he can claim!'
So to his grave I went and said
"You've no idea how full I am of dread,
Good sir, I do heed your curse
There be no need for this hearse
Do take this bane from my soul
Although it is black as coal
I swear my heart still beats a gold
A light that will never turn so cold
As the sword that had ended your days.
Just take note of the glaze
That fills my face with sorrow
As I know you'll not be there for the morrow.'

I love the way the words sound out and create the images into a complete story, well done! I really loved it!

Us damn women...always starting problems ^.^

The sorrow is deep in this, but I like the storytelling route you took with it, it gave it a nice descriptive edge and played the emotion well.