Soliloquy

The men came together to chase their dream
Quite knowing what to do
For they were paid to do the job
And not ask who was who.

They didn’t fear the dark, not least
That they never had descended this particular steep
It was the job that turned them on
From being their family’s black sheep.

They had been paid well before, though it wasn’t what they wanted
They took their time to train
For their master couldn’t have been more clear
When He said that their glory shan’t go in vain.

The paths of glory led them to vales and hills
And through streets they’d never trodden before
For their master had only said that
They would be worshipped galore.

He turned out to be quite wrong, I must say
For these men were given the King’s cushions not as before
As they could bring forth their kingdom more glory
And promise to bring some more.

The applause was deafening, the cheers loud
They had to make their way through the crowd when it started to rain
But it let up just long enough for the King to ask,
“When are you going to do that again?”