A Roman Soldier's Worry

A Roman Soldiers Worry

I march with the few and the proud
Staring down the enemy with my own two eyes
My horse is my only friend
Holding up my sword and shield
ordering the men to their demise
A stranger with rags and a sad face
He asks me if he could follow
....I worried
and let it be.
Not following orders like I need to I let him
He will be my lover and friend
My past life will not let me down.
Onward and fight my soldiers
In gold and red I fight
On the battlefield I command
and In death I will love the only thing I let follow.