Tournament goes on...

Glistening in the warm morning sun
Royal festival games have begun
The rhythmic song of clashing swords is sung
Fighting to catch the eye of beauty so young
Tournament goes on…
One by one in defeat men fall to the ground
Pressing on the others fight even harder for the sound
Sweet victory soon to be declared
Title, lands, money and love theirs to be shared
Tournament goes on…
Muscles aching, sweat dripping, blood spilling
With sword in hand every young man willing
His body and heart to continue for the prize
Out of the masses only one will rise