Glory of battle

No pity shall I take, a warrior’s battle won, A kindred soul shared fire, though desire we had none. I question my own heart, unsure what I seek, A fight for recognition, for freedom it is bleak. I tire of these days, each one a constant blur, Each foe a mirrored image, with purpose they confer. But mine feels hollow, an emptiness so deep, In battles fought and won, it’s solace that I keep. This dragon's heart feels bleak, though honor I still seek, My strength now feels hollow, my spirit growing weak. How many families have I torn, each warrior a son or daughter, Each victory brings sorrow, yet for my king, I keep the slaughter. Each dragon slain, a mirror of my own, Each clash of steel a reminder, I'm not alone. But this path I tread is shallow, with each step a heavier load, For in the quest for honor, I've lost the road. In the silence of the night, when stars whisper ancient lore, I hear the voices of the fallen, the ones who are no more. Their echoes haunt my dreams, their faces fill my mind, A tapestry of sorrow, in their gaze, no peace I find. The burden of my duty, a chain to my soul, With every life I take, I'm further from whole. My scales marked with blood, both enemy and kin, A testament to battle, ledger of my sin. A testament to battle is the ledger of my sin This dragon's heart feels bleak, though honor I still seek, My strength now feels hollow, my spirit growing weak. How many families have I torn, each warrior a son or daughter, Each victory brings sorrow, yet for my king, I keep the slaughter. Each dragon slain, a mirror of my own, Each clash of steel a reminder, I'm not alone. But this path I tread is shadowed, with each step a heavier load, For in the quest for honor, I've lost the road. I wonder if redemption lies beyond the next sunrise, Or if my path is destined to be shrouded in disguise. For every dragon fallen, a part of me does die, A warrior with a weary heart, beneath the endless sky. So onward I will march, with honor as my guide, Through battles fierce and dark, where dragons often hide. But in my heart, a question, a whisper soft and low, In the quest for glory, is it peace I’ll ever know? I wonder if redemption lies beyond the next sunrise, Or if my path is destined to be shrouded in disguise. For every dragon fallen, a part of me does die, A warrior with a weary heart, beneath the endless sky. So onward I will march, with honor as my guide, Through battles fierce and dark, where dragons often hide. But in my heart, a question, a whisper soft and low, In the quest for glory, is it peace I’ll ever know?