I held her in my arms,
And whispered in her ear,
As we gazed upon the stars,
Stay safe my dear,
I'll be back by noon.

I laced up my boots,
Donned a suit of hypocrisy,
I chased after my roots,
Joined the do-ocracy,
Asked for God's boon.

I searched for a purpose,
And found it in war,
Where we sacrifice corpus,
And yet I desire more.
I chased after a tomb.

Some hail us as knights,
A title for which I reach,
As we display our might,
Democracy we preach,
I follow ambition's croon.

In a deal too good to pass,
A situation many envy,
Yet my thoughts are rather crass,
About being a levy.
It feels like chasing doom.

How may I chase after glory,
And tell those behind to yield,
To deny them their story,
To try to be an absentee shield?
I'll find out rather soon.