Honor's Lament (4)


A new path has been made,
One not clear to be accepted.
Allegiance has wavered,
And trust is linked.

They sent a brethren after me,
One they considered equal.
Our duties similar,
Our Honor supreme.

Blade versus blade,
Heart versus heart.
The dance of conflict without change,
Or with change for a different victor.

He lost his head,
I lost my name.

But rebirth never has a sense of irony.

The water erodes the rock, the wind churns the water, and the fire continues burning.
I am the fire, and I burn once again.