A Fragment: The cost
I want to see the sun rise above my head,
the problem is that I am already dead.
There is no surviving the next few hours,
empty is my quiver but I won\'t ever cower.
My last arrow took out another\'s life,
my sword lays beside me sharper then his knife.
Blood seeps from the wounds where he has sliced,
for land and riches our lives have been priced.
Darkness surrounding in, and outside of me,
I just want the rise of the sun to see.
A Fragment: A painting
As the sun rises and the shadows recede,
it reveals the price of the Kings greed.
The morning mist gently rolls, uncovers this view,
from ghostly figures to seeing reality true.
Towards the sun the looks, upwards they share,
bodies laying lifelessly tangled everywhere.
Arrows, swords, shields, horses, and blood,
a painted mess in a field of mud.