a warrior's reflection

my sword has gleamed
in the sun
for those who were cast low
      some by fate
    more by their own design
but there was no one to stand for them
so i stood
and i have bathed
    in the roar of the victorious
braced against the jeers
      of the disenchanted
but i stood
i have smiled in the eyes
      of my enemy
   whom i did not hate
yet i slit his throat
     while he slept
for he trampled upon those
i was sworn to defend
and when my time comes
     i will walk away
  and i will be weary
       but i will be whole
for at the end of the day
      nothing remains
         of a warrior
but his honor



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