Medival Recruiting Date: Wednesday, 2nd July 2003 @ 10:35:00 PM AEST Topic: Sad Poetry Contributed By: calbob How long has it been My weak minded friend Since you sampled the flavor of blood Tell me again Of the laws of your kin Who scratch out a life in the mud No more you exsistance Eaked out in persistance Among the children of soil Take up the sword And follow your lord And engage in a new kind of toil On the feilds of war Slick with red gore You will find your true purpose in life It is not in the feilds, or the woods, or the moor But it lives on the tip of your knife This poem is Copyright © calbob Important note: ALL POETRY ON THIS SITE IS COPYRIGHT. If you wish to use any poem for any purpose, please either EMAIL Mick from the sites feedback form, or go to the AUTHOR'S site and EMAIL the author for permission. If you Email Mick for permission on any poem that is not his personal works, he will endeavor to contact the author on your behalf. This poem comes from Your Poetry Dot Com https://www.your-poetry.com/ The URL for this poem is: https://www.your-poetry.com/route.php?page=poetry/PoemDetail&story_id=19846