My Nonsense

I stand alone with a mighty sword
Armour in hand with the thoughts to bored
I sway at the winds, to the sand and lore
To the dance called life and no where to Go.
Battles and words, wars with its wings
Open are all for the sweat bloods to sing
No more the melody and the rhythm of life
Bludgeoning the kings and their wives.
The troupes of the yore for the garden's nest
Bright is the sun and the breeze next best
A moment of glory and a moment to smile
Trouble in the pot is not even a mile
Where are the learned and happy gone sway?
Where is the sanctum and the lord to pray?
Where is my life sans pale and Grey?
Where are my soldiers or am i their prey?
Not for the lives of the thunderous drives
Not for the good with the evil so might
Pitch of salt on the red ol wound
Swelling my blood and burning the moon.
Feels like a summer for river gone dry
Waiting for the rains to listen to its cry
This is a desert and the clouds too high
So is the nature and the luck of mine.................