Another Poetic Death

You've spent your whole life here

A simple existence raising steer

Unbeknownst to you there are powers

Schemeing agianst one another for hundreds of hours

And to achieve there end

Yours and thousands of others lives they will spend

Then on christmas eve

A rider comes and says all strong men must leave

A crusade has been called

Many lives have been stalled

You're given armor and forced onto a ship

After a month the foul water you wish not to sip

When it seems you'll never get off of the boat

The lookout calls " LAND!! " and young men begin to gloat

One boy said " A hundred infedels will fall at my blade "

Within two days six feet under he is laid

The glory you were promised was a lie

All you do is watch young men die

One year into your tour you hear word Saladin has gathered his forces into one big mass

With three hundred thousand men and all there gear they'd stomped down all living grass

The king in jeruselum sent out the call

" All armed forces are to assemble outside the wall "

In three days there is a wall of spears

No man speaks his fears

The two huge forces begin the clash

For the nearest enemy you dash

With in an hour all men in your unit but you are dead

At this moment not much of a memorial can be said

Ten men surround thee

Before they attack you scream " For God, king, and country!! "

Two rush your front

You throw your spear but it is to blunt

Then you pull your sword

The first one, his throat you thrust it toward

The next right threw his chest

Of skill this is the ultimate test

Six more fall by your hand

You're so tired you can barely stand

With one last slash the seventh falls

Your time has come you can no longer defend these walls

When three blades rush

Your blood begins to gush

With your last breath

You complete yet another poetic death