hail frail man! creature of flesh,blood and bone

mount my steed and together we will ride

to the battlefields where brave men have died

sweating,crying,cursing in angry tones

fighting for a king in his golden throne

who in turn does nothing but cower and hide

under the moon,lord and master of the tides

biding till the time to reap what he has sown

yet these men,full of courage as they are

their deeds will never be sung by blind bards

neither will they have a share of the spoils

no one will remember their final hour

only that that they have been dealt worthless cards

their only gift?they are one with the soil