I stand brave, yet subtly scared,
Waiting for the king's command.
Apprehension lies in mine eyes,
But remember the promises,
There is no time for mine cries.
Thou shalt be rich and honored,
I'm starting to doubt those words,
Might my existence be devoured,
I merely hear the chirping of the birds.
Cannot back away from this battle now,
Opponents stand on the same acre,
Waiting for the king's command.
The herald stands and blows his horn.
Will the place I die be a field of corn?
"Cavalry, charge!" I feel my heart plummet.
Horses whinny and gallop, I go too.
A wave of arrows rises to the summit,
My horse squeals, falls, and I do too.
Laid on the ground, my bowels spread out,
I was promised more, this was my doubt.
The field butchers and shreds my body,
Death here is with nobody to miss me.