The Prince

Mighty heroes have fought 
while they were still alive,
but his tale's like a ghost.
He fought after he died. 

Doubtful soldiers were losing 
the courage to fight 
for the enemies were pouring 
like the sands and the dusts. 

So in order to enliven 
the crippled souls of his men, 
on his deathbed he craved 
that his corpse make the lead.  

So his men fixed his body 
on the back of a horse 
with the flag of victory 
raising high on the porch. 

On the back of a horse 
he sat straight like a pole. 
He was leading the force 
to seize victory in whole. 

Countless enemies feared 
seeing him make the charge,
for their leaders believed 
that he was still alive. 

Victory was achieved 
and his body had sailed,
to the unknown, he went,
but his greatness has reigned. 

Yes, he was the prince 
who had fought as a corpse. 
He led his men to crest 
on the back of a horse. 

January 6, 2023

Brian Strand Contest No 1170 Poetry Contest 
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
Copyright © | Year Posted 2023

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