Carry On

The sword shines a crimson red
Bathed in the blood of enemies countless
In vain hope of victory, I have bled
Reaching for the heavens, heart stonewalled
I walk through these fields of dead
Nothing can bring me what I desire
To this slaughter, my ambition has led
But no victory can soothe my burning soul
To this eternal conflict, I see that I am wed
I look back and think about when it all began
I have marched on too far to regret
That fork in the road so far back that I cannot see
I muse what it would be if I chose the other road ahead
Living under a deception that I had mastered the sword
But who could know the sword would enslave me instead
I screech at the wind, its howls empty and uncaring
I see the skies part a tinge and then a light so blessed
The light is bewitching, the sword’s grip falls loose
My soul hitherto chained, now flies free and unkempt
The weight forgotten, the heavens loom closer every moment
And then the skies twist in a vivid picture of contempt
The wings of the soul are afire, it is falling, and heaven is hell
The moment of weakness and belief in this pain, I regret
Burdens that I bear will be forever mine to bear
I raise the sword again, on the horizon looms a threat