A Dead Code Of Honor

I hold his sword and wonder if he was a good man

Eyes follow me as they wonder where I stand

"I don't understand," I say,

"Why does it have to be this way?"

"None of this matters.

Not as much as the power," he replies

Everything I saw before makes sense,

Even if the thought makes me tense

Because now I know why

"You never cared about us. You only wanted to help yourself."

I lifted the sword for the best of everyone else

Only one thought stays as my vision clouds to red

The once valiant code of honor was now dead