What He Got, For Loyal He Remained

“What He Got, For Loyal He Remained” A man dead here, A man dead there, A sword fallen here, A sword fallen there. Bewildered, The general looked around, His heart, Beginning to thump and pound. His army was torn, His fighters were dead, And everyone would question, By whom were they lead. His heart told him to stay, His mind told him to go, The face of the king, The face of the foe. The battle would be lost, Not necessarily the war, The confusion of illusion, The wrath of thor. As he stood there thinking, His heart divided in to, His army was fleeing, What should he do. No, he decided, What a coward he would be, If a losing battle, Even he would flee So he picked up his sword, And struck upon the enemy, Turning a losing battle, Into a great, big victory. He didn’t live to see the celebrations, For he was killed by astray arrow, But his achievement was great, For the chances were narrow. His name went in history, His bravery others did crave, And what he did get, Was a decorated grave!