THE COMMANDER

There was this war hundreds of years ago
With men in arms, as strong as a bear.
And in there was a knight
with a faint hope of life
writing letter to his wife
saying "Thee is my precious forever and after"

He answered for none
other than for the old king himself.
as he was the commander
the only hope ahead.

Though he had fought many wars
he was against this one, of course
as it was for no worthy cause
other than for the good of the king's own horse.

And this time he didn't like to have
blood dripping down his sword.
To hear cries of wives in sorrow
and children with no love to borrow
But still he was the commander,
the destined.