Broken Courage Poem by Brendon Secrist

The battle is over,
No clue if its won,
I'm crouched at the edge,
On my knees,
My arms at my sides,
And my head hanging down,
Too tired to pick up your crown.

My sword is broken,
My courage is gone,
I swore to you all,
I would not fall.

You did not believe me,
You paid with your lives,
You were warned,
And from the dust,
I picked up my sword,
To take your life,
And watch you die,
I killed you,
Like I would a fly.