What am I to do,
Is there anything I can do?
I guess not,
This is all out of control,
And sometimes I feel like I am falling,
But I can't see the ground,
I know the walls have fallen,
They did that long ago,
My primary defense gone,
But still I fought on,
Defending the city of my mind's eye.
The dead and wounded are scattered across this war-torn land,
The bodies are everywhere,
I don't know what to do,
But keep fighting,
Fighting this enemy of many faces,

So I pull my sword from my latest victory, if it may be called that,
Wipe my blade clean on the armor of my house,
And walk deeper into the fray.

Fighting to protect what I see as right,
Willing to suffer any wounds,
Even death,
To protect my beliefs,
My city,
My tower,
And the fair maiden that waits for my return.