I thought I would do better than this
I didn't expected it to be this bad.
I thought I would do better that this.
My armor was thin.
My sword and lance were slow.
I hadn't struck a blow
before I was overrun and left for dead
Like a turtle in a shell
I raised my head and looked around.
My comrades and enemy were gone.
The mud that caked my breastplate
doubled its weight, pulling me down
as I tried to stand.
I sat on a stone to rest
Its warmth soothed my tired legs
My sword was gone.
My lance broken in half
I pulled my helmet off my head
and laid it in my lap.
The scarlet plume
that whipped in the morning wind
was still, dead and lifeless
As my broken spirit.