Another day's work ahead 'o me
A life to take, a life for me carefree.
I put on my harness of iron,
Grasping my blade for another day's earn.
I feel not as a knight, but a sellsword:
Fighting aimlessly for another slumlord.
Striving as if my life has no meaning-
The peasants gather 'round the dead--I can hear them mourning.
I have no worries,
Just more lands to seize
Though, perhaps one day I will be thrown in a cell:
And perhaps there I could dream a spell.
© Copyright 2016 Liam Strong. All rights reserved.
Book / Literary Fiction
Poem / Religion and Spirituality
Poem / Poetry
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