Stow away my weapon,

Shed my armor,

and give away my steed.

Make my way through raging battles

And all I can do is hope.

I enter alone,

And exit a wreck,

But somehow I keep faith.

I make my way slowly.

Careful not to falter,

For it could be my life.

I am followed by enemies,

Everywhere I turn.

But even when they're plucking

On my last string of strength,

I pull it tight,

And move on.

When I reach the end, though,

I collapse.

Away from the others,

Alone, as I began

But at least this way,

No one can see,

That I'm weak.