What becomes of a man who lost the will to fight?
Who has laid down their blade because they have raised so many times for the wrong reasons
Fought for the wrong causes,
And slain for false ideals.
Who's shield that was once vibrant and durable
has been reduced to a piece of scrap metal,
cracked and abused from wear
and no longer able to withstand the punishment required to press on.
What remains when tattered armor is remove
and scarred flesh is exposed,
the body refusing to mend battle scars and heal old wounds
As testament to regret that has woven like a spell over his mind and heart?
What is left of a soul that slowly is flickering on the remnants of brand
and every attempt at keeping the ember burning by adding wood ends in failure
because it won't establish itself on anything else
while the deathly hollows of the wind continues to blow it out with the currents of change?
How do you restore the fire to a man that has fallen?