whence i once had anger
for fervor and honor i sought
I gathered up courage
and wisdom for naught
took valor and vindiction
slow and fervent
to my veins
fought the world
and all who stood amongst my foes
as enemies
I fought valiant
strong
wicked and defiant
when I won
on the field of victory
I looked over the slain
looked over my deeds
and could not regain my anger
from my *****, i felt defeated
I knew I had taken life
as galiant and victorious as noble
as a romantic thing and slain
her all, her visions , her dreams
and I stood weeping then, oh
what a victor I was. As loathsome
as Hector or any Roman.
I gathered my steed ,
and rode off to cry alone,
finally seeing.