Dog

Long ago was much unknown to we who live this time
Ever more we search and yet nothing is found in the grime
Kings and qqueens and knights alike were the best of their days
The nobles of the land are now in Deaths masterful haze
The lowely serfs work the ground, ever longing for a better light
Yet they get nothing better even in their dying days their plight-
It remains the same
They were men alike, now dead alike, nothing is their aim
They had their thoughts, and that is all
They had to crawl
Just to kiss the feet of the king
But what joy did he bring?
They were heros, riding their horsed into battle
The ground may rattle
But by the pounding of their hoof
Everything now, to the king, does it ever prove
Their spirits ignite, their sould aflame
They were men alike, now dead alike, now who's to blame?

Shelly Darst