The warrior stands alone,
Remembering past battles fought,
And in that memory claims his demons own.
With his sword, foes are laid prone,
But still he dreams of wars battled for naught.
The warrior stands alone.
She freely gives to him friendship unsought,
And in that memory claims his demons as her own.
He feels that for much he has to atone,
She strives to slow his jaded view, a growing rot.
The Warrior stands alone.
Unseen, she protects his back, a love shown.
While he struggles against personal evil wrought,
And in that memory claims his demons own.
Role of defender she claims, despite distance grown.
Thinking to keep her safe, he leaves her, distraught.
The warrior stands alone,
