The din of the warfield, hot and bright
Armies clash in displays of might
Masterminds behind it all
Driving the legions to inevitable fall
Strength of numbers, strength of skill
Every soldier there is trained to kill
But only one could decide the fate
And send a king to ethereal gate
A stray arrow, bullet, or sword tip may
Ensure that his fellows see that day
Once a killer, never forget
Always to wonder, always regret
Why they were the final straw
It will always remain, a scar, a flaw
On the soul of that bloodstained soldier