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.