My Comrade!!

He is like a tyrant waving a naked sword destroying & pillaging everything that stands in the way.I admire the tyrant though at times amid the mass of the carnage that has unfolded lie some assets which that individual might have held close to his heart.The tyrant feels no pity or remorse for the battle has been won even if the victor has become the vanquished.I would like to bow to thy highness & hold him in my arms for he was once a comrade but I cant manage to do it for I am unable to get on my feet as they have been amputated,cant hold him in my arms for they have been severed,try to call out to him hor help but I'm afraid he is already surrounded by a mass of people inaudible to my pleas..Therefore I stay waiting for death to come & just hope to the heavens that they grant my last wish.Sweeter the Death shall be if it comes at the hands of my Comrade who shall end the agony by thrusting his dagger deep into the heart if he hasnt already done so.I remember the happier times when we were just two soldiers on the battlefield facing hordes of enemies marching towards us.We had fear but having each other somehow made that feeling to ebb away.At times he would fall down from his horse albeit with his characteristic confidence & when I would come by his side to help he would tell me only the adventurous are capable of doing so.I would often ponder if I have been too cautious in my life's battle & wether I should be prone to such exigencies as well.We often ventured into the woods in search of unexplored worlds & unearthed treausures.He was always the one to lead the way never satisfied at the prospect of staying stagnant at a place for too long.His journey took to him to places where few have dared to tread.With the passage of time the Soldier,my comrade had already grown into a fine Prince growing ever so emboldened with his conquests.He would become scornful of the petty weakness & shortcomings of people around him and become critical of them in a way commensurate of descendants of royal stature.There was nothing or nobody to question his authority for he was bereft of any persuasion which appealed to the emotional qualms of his nature.At times in a fit of drunken revelry he would become vulnerable to emotional frailties himself but these were minor aberrattions which descendants of royality are known to indulge in & to be forgotten by the masses not to be ever brought up again.Through all these times I had been a silent observer only to witness,accompany & support but never to be judgemental for that was sacrilege.On one of his journies to distant lands the Prince would come across a damsel whom he were to rescue from the dungeons of solitary confinement & become a prisoner to one of the frailties he had despised.However he was allowed such trespasses for he was a Prince soon to become King now that he had now found a Princess for his Kingdom.He would soon be encumbered with responsibilities of his Kingdom,his Family & his continual quest for power & self Gratification & his Comrades would become a thing of the past fading into oblivion,some were to die in the battlefield fighting,some to just waste away but all of them had tried to be a part of his cause & had his name on their lips when they shed their mortal souls for heavenly abode.