The field, lies lush
The sky shines sapphire blue
A bird tweets merrily
And the flowers, emanate in the sun

A soldier, anchored in armour
Begins his march
The ground is torn under his boot
He wields his sword bravely
His visor fixates upon the enemy
He begins to run

He begins his dance
and executes it with grace
He leaves the enemy in a trance
He slices his sword through the air
His armour rests weightless
He executes it blindingly fast
Soon, his comrades join the dance
Eventually the dance finishes, the knights walk off

The dance was surreal
But the surroundings?
The sky hangs thick with grey clouds
The ground is slushy with mud
The birds have flown off; the dance had frightened them
The flowers were all crumpled up; for the knight's dance had destroyed them