The Warrior Poem by David Darbyshire

This warrior was very bold,
but his story, is still untold.
He now lies in the bottom of a grave,
to his lord he was the slave.

He had a very rugged life,
never got to know his wife.
For all his hard work, his yield,
a knife, a sword and a shield.

The scars and cuts,
the blood and guts.
Was not enough,
His life it took.

Now he was dead,
at a very young age.
So his story stops,
not another page.

At the side of his grave,
his young wife looks down.
Wonders what it was all for?
Some glory and a shinny crown.

The young lady walks away,
showing her dislike and dismay.
Hoping it will all end, this sorrow,
maybe not today but tomorrow.