I sit here in judgment of myself
The Noblest of men.
Doing noble deeds.
I sit here in judgment of myself.
Wondering what is the price that
I must pay for my folly.
I See nothing but pain and contempt for all that was once considered beautiful.
The places and things that once held magic are now nothing but a useless crutch.
I, now in this season of winter, have I become as contemptuous as those who leave
their foul stench on the soul of humanity.
Do I not lust for all worldly things
but feel the weariness of the world.
Bearing its yoke upon my shoulders.
Do I not yearn to walk in the light but crave the solace of darkness.
All who look into the depth of my heart see only light and goodness.
I have battled the demons that taunt my mortal soul.
I bear the scars of combat
from a war that was never meant to be fought.
The darkness that has touched my spirit has never left.
It lies dormant, like a festering sickness, waiting for an entrance.
A weak moment.
It knows no peace, only the narrow vein that it draws its existence from
It is now a quest to the finish.
A duel that begins and ends
in the same place.
Following the path of the sun.
Doing noble deeds.
The Noblest of men.
Wondering what is the price that
I must pay for my folly.
I sit here in judgment of myself.
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