I charge for you.

I have felt, though, I'll admit, not long now, as though I stood alone.
I have known of the shadows about me, seen the darkness I endure.
It seems that my horrors only grow with age,
Yet still,
I charge for you.

I overcame this once, or at least I pray I did.
I sought and gained the light, but again I fell through glory.
Into the depths of the despised I stumble.
But still,
I charge for you.

I have felt the icy chill of the mountains highest peaks,
I have tasted the freshest streams.
I have lied under the darkest canopies, fled wolves, hid from men.
Though maybe still,
I charge for you.

I was respected once, considered a great leader, an honorable man.
Now I am considered nothing of the sort.
Contemptible is my name, and silent is my tongue that shouted, stirred men on, with words of might and mercy.
However still,
I charge for you.

I now have few companions, men that I can call my friends.
Abandonment is my companion, solitude is my friend, but still few remained by my side, urging me on, giving me strength.
But what strength I have is not for me.
Though still,
I charge for you.

Though many brave men be gone, and good be swept away, there still stands you, woman and child, naked; man, alone, as I know I once had been.
You cry out in the night, and though I hear the screams, feel the pain in your voice, I can do nothing.
But one thing I will,
I charge for you.

I shout in anguish, yet still I soldier on.
I can think only of you I left behind, those I march for, for in you my purpose lies.
You give strength to my arm, courage to my heart.
I will remain your silent warrior, your eternal sentry standing.
Though you will not see me yet,
Until,
I charge for you.