I'm feeling like a soldier
who's lost his faithful sword
That wallows to protect his life
dedicated to his lord
bleeding in a hundred places
saphire running from my face
blinding me with my own juices
hurting more than the foul mouthed maces
oh that sentimental tool
hidden in the wind
to never protect my life
to never escape my end
but i'm feeling like the moon now
up on a cloudless day
nothing left to reflect upon
what place do i have to stray
Eric Andrew James
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/warrior-without-a-sword/
