This is a little ditty about two (very unchivalrous) knights on the field of battle. It's my first FAWM song of 2026. Glad to be back! #singersongwriter #acoustic #renaissance #fantasy #waltz

Two nights in a field Hands at the hilt Throw down their shields Blood will be spilt

They killed each others squires Maidens spoke ill of Steeds downed by tire Banners spit on

Its the match of the year They’ll sing songs of what happened hear

Greatswords a swinging Dents in the plate Helmed heads ringing Trickery comes to play

Sand in the face Knees to the groin More taunting of the maidens Hey what’s that over yonder

Its the match up of the year They’ll leave some stuff out of the songs that they right about what went down here

Blades’ve gotten heavy And the hour grows late Maybe a truce And we can settle this spat

But as hands are outstretched And a deal is done Two daggers are plunged Victory for none

Its the match up of the year But there’ll be no songs written here