Dead Man is Nye Sought

So much work
And effort derived
When death is a lurk
And no one shall be survived.
Years spent filled of labor
And the hassle of chivalry.
But this, no one will savor
As all falls to pillage by the cavalry.
The better man shan't triumph
As the darkness impel,
The man ahead add no umph
As brawn will wit always prevail.
All this for naught,
For the dead man is nie sought.