For those who haven't heard the song, here's a youtube video to help you get a "taste" of the experience. ;) Credit goes to those who performed, the composer, David Shaffer (of course), and the one who updated the video to youtube. I do not own anything.
I hope you enjoy it.
With his mission set out, the soldier rushed his horse up the hill as quickly as it's feet could carry.
At one point, a landslide took out a mass of the road ahead. Forcing the brave soldier to go afoot for the rest of the journey to the top.
Cautiously, he turned his back to the wall, idled for a moment as he took a deep breath, then slowly shuffled his feet in a patterned motion.
One, two, three, . . . pause . . . one, two, three, . . . pause . . . and so on.
Perspiration filled his hair and ran in floods, down his forehead, temples, ears, and spine. His clothes would be completely soaked after he crossed it.
Being pressed for time did not hurry his slow pace.
At some point, he attempted to move promptly.
That's when he made one of his biggest errors.
Collapsing and struggling to hold his balance, he felt how ominous being weightless could be. Clawing at the cliff's walls, he instantly reached for a dangling vine securely implanted in the cliff side.
Swinging for a moment, his quick-witted mind analyzed how he could reach his destination without dying in the process. The vine seemed to stretch up almost all the way to the top.
Taking another deep breath, he decided to take the risk.
Half-way up, the wind began to shriek. Sending dust and small debris tumbling down upon him.
Still he climbed on.
It jostled back and forth.
Still he climbed on.
The vine threatened with a snap, to break and send him plummeting to his death.
Still he climbed on.
Subsequently his arms began to cry out and his legs began buzzing like bees. He was so close to the top now. A dash of relief hit him and some strength he didn't even knew he had, came to be his saviour.
Finally however, he collapsed once again.
Yet this time on fresh, lush green grass.
Without his assent, he lied there and rolled to one side.
There she was.
Lying a few feet away, was the damsel he had come to save.
YOU ARE READING
On The Edge of the Sword
FantezieBased off of the song, by the same name, composed by David Shaffer. Wrote this for a school project in Band Class back in eighth grade. Knights, monsters, and an endless chase. A fairy tale kind of story with twists and turns.
