The Arrow

The arrow pierced his armour causing an open painful wound he had thought there would be glamour He lay waiting feeling amour as he saw a woman gowned The arrow pierced his armour His wound she did kindly cover to her spirit he's attuned he had thought there would be glamour she poured into it liquor which stung making it burn and pound the arrow pierced his armour It was now letting out odour she made sure it was tightly bound He had thought there would be glamour At his grave a single mourner her tears were falling without sound the arrow pierced his armour No glory here just some clamour dead he lay no longer earthbound The arrow pierced his armour he had thought there would be glamour sadly many young men think war glamorous until they face the battlefield soon to learn there is none just pain, suffering and death.