I'm fading away into the night,
Lost from the world that hence I came.
But this is strangely calm, I'm at peace.
I stood him down, I let him take me down.
But as long as she presses on, I'm not afraid.
To die is to sleep, and perhaps to dream
(Hah, there's the problem.)

And as long as I'm here, I might as well dream,
About the one I left behind, to carry on my memory,
And even my honor: for to sacrifice your life
In the stead of another, is the greatest honor.