My King

Three hundred miles til the plain,
More dusty miles after that.
How far can one go on just will?
How far can the body be over run.
Doomsday is in the horizon.
I can see it in the clouds
No pretty pink this day.
Just dark bloody red and none.
The moon did not rise in the night
The sun has not climbed in this day.
I linger on the brink of oblivion,
Caught in forever and a day.
I am but a warrior of merit.
Seeking a land where peace prevails.
Yet in the journey I found a quest.
in the quest I found my life.
I am not a learned man. 
I do not attempt at pretense
For me a sword and a straight arrow.
Carry all the words I need.
But In his I have been granted.
The rare wisdom to hear the truth.
Recognized my arrogance
Bowed low to my new King,
Hear I am Lord now take me.
For this is an evil day.
Be my strength and my shield.
Give me courage to see it through
I hear the cry of the adversary.
I hear the shrieks of men.
I listen for your whisper lord.
for now I go forward.
Come what may
I go to you, I know, . this day 
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