This is my life-
to win
in the dusty dragonfly fields
with barrels and wooden staves
our barnyard steeds blowing and steaming
the smack of fake war echoing
this poor peasant making a name for myself
with lonliness my streaming banner
renowned by my precious few.
This is my life-
to lose
in the screaming blood fields
where real steel turns real men to meat
where defeat has no get-up play-again
to charge in believing I am great
only to find I still hold an oak sword
and my donkey backs out from under me
the dream in the tower never rescued.
