I toil to correct wrongdoings...
I suffer pain inflicted by evil beings...
I battle no matter my injuries...
Yet despite all of this...
Is it worth it, in the end?
Will they care, in the end?
Will I get an ounce of recognition?
Any gratitude, in the end?
Does it matter, truly, when it gets down to it?
Do they really care about me?
Despite all my efforts, I won't be remembered.
What can I do to make them see?
I will be lumped with the others, the heroes of past.
My name can't stand out when it's the same
I work for their benefit for all of my days
But why should I bother, is it all a game?
But then, I remember; it's not about them.
It's not about the people, friends, loved ones...
It's about it, and my struggle everlasting...
And him, locked in battle...
Will its bonds ever be broken?
When did I accept this post?
He tries to take it, and sends a bit to me?
How is this fair, I ask?
I suffer over many lives
A terrible, lonely fate...
The burden of the world, on me
Is it worth it, why can't I see?
I search for a gleam of hope...
I come up with one:
Evil is held back another day...
The world is a better place...
I slash with my sword, content.
That, I think, is enough.