Spoiled War
The mighty land in which they dwelled
was ruled by justice, fair upheld,
for most uprisings had been quelled.
The king was fair, his judgement sound.
For all his life he's been renowned
for prowess on the battle ground.
His mighty sword had many killed,
their blood in rivers had been spilled,
for he was strong and very skilled.
He eyed his minions with a smile.
They wore their armour battle style.
'Come, noble friends, let's speak awhile.
It's justice that we're fighting for.
There will be many spoils of war.
There will be spoils and so much more.'
They didn't seem a noble crew;
in fact, it seems that very few
had any clue on what to do.
He eyes his minions once again,
their clumsiness was causing pain,
he eyed them all with great disdain.
They all seemed maladjusted.
In truth he grew disgusted
with these allies he once trusted.
Sadly, the reasons were quite clear,
his men, to quell their battle fear,
had just indulged in too much beer!
Pete's (AlwaysMyWords) private challenge: 'eyed his minions'
By blind poet
© 2008 blind poet
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