The Eternal Cycle: Through Courageous Eyes

This is what was I meant for?
To rise from poverty?
To wield a legendary sword?
To become a hero?

My question is
Why bother?
I stain my hands
With blood uncleansed
Only to gain respect

After all is said & done
I am still warrior
Only I have nothing to save anymore
Once my quest is done
My skills will be of no use

My highs & lows
Forever doomed
To become folklore
& eventually disappear

My ancestors suffered likewise
Saving the princess
Staining their hands with blood
& loosing their purpose

I wish not to have to suffer like this
But such it not my place
For my destiny is serve into nothingness