Fruitless

My breath was the first to go Stolen by the thieves that have attempted to steal so many others' The thieves that have tempted the honor of the most noble defenders Stolen from me with no preparation and accompanied by immediate deprivation As a white daisy deprives the soil from which it thrives. After, my body It seems to simply elope into the grasp of the invaders My shell and comfort, with security in tow How willing it surrendered itself to the worthy crusaders As an addict, unwilling to deny itself. Not even my mind could escape the pillagers Unknowingly becoming entangled in the traps Gone without a fight It had become engulfed in a net set by self betrayal As a wondering Salesman, lost in familiar streets. The most surprising, my heart I glanced to see that I was still maintaining And the pump had ceased No longer kicking, lifeless, hopeless Unwilling to lose the battle, it had forfeited the war Stopped before the assailants laid weapons upon it My heart, with pride, refused to be taken As a captain, down with his ship. Alas, it was the prize that was sought Others, casualties. How am I upright? The adrenaline from the assault leaves me lurking Once the rubble is left to fodder and the Kingdom reduced to ruins I crumble My last thought: Was the skirmish worth denying them their prize Now two parties Crippled and fruitless.