Body is aching
 Bruises cover my body
 Fight again next week?
 
 A knight sits laughing
 A squire has not noticed
 She fights a lefty
 
 Rattan is squishy
 Can not throw killing shot well
 I must make new stick
 
 The knight does not move
 He thinks on a mystery
 "My knees are rusted?"
 
 The helm is ringing
 The eyes they are now crossing
 Now speak one word, "good"
 
 My head is pounding
 Way to much to drink last night
 Must kill the herald
 
 Squires wear a red belt
 It marks them as a target
 Knights will go hunting
 
 The sky is pale blue
 But wait there is a black dot
 Oh crap, an arrow
 
 The above are by Darius of the Bells
 
Knights wear a white belt.
It marks them as a target.
Squires will go hunting.
 
The above is by Cunian