The Aftertaste of Victory

Victory comes at a price.

Lonely Knight

And now, at last
I have come out
On top

You are vanquished
As a fallen knight of old
As I ride tall and proud
Over the field of victory


No one seems to be cheering

The smoke and haze still hang in the air
All I can hear is the wind blowing
The celebrating onlookers are gone

And I see now
My fallen comrade
My friend

And all the king's horses
And all the king's men
Have turned sadly
And silently

A life
My life
Without honor

And a victory
Has been won

To no other purpose

Than to feed

The ever-circling buzzards

Of vanity