The battering ram was stiff. The catapult set. Swords drawn and the echoing warcry bellowing amongst the archers.

FORWARD!

As I did!

I fought bravely and honorably

This is not about conquest. I have no interest.

I just needed to penetrate the walls.

I wanted peace, I wanted a truce...

Instead you wanted a war!

GIVE IT TO ME!

I spared all occupants and enemies and emotions.

You sent the hounds! Haha!

You think I fear death?

You don't think I know why you sent hounds?

They have no true allegiance, only instincts.

You fed them well, but the glutons eschew truth and feed on lies.

THEY ARE NO MATCH!

Death is a somber enclosed cave beckoning rescue. The slow decay of sheer will is death, or at least the fall of the guillotine.

The spirit is a pendulum balanced upon the shift of momentum.

You will never extinguish these flames of desire

I bare the marks of bilateral wounds and at rest, a man who tried.

When I entered your fortress, you were not there. It was nothing but a dark tomb with an epitaph which read, "regret".

We laid down our Swords and removed our coverings in memoriam of those lost and to princess from where she once laid.

The eyes of the fallen still harrowing and taciturn.

I'll never forget in the midst of painstaking remembrance.

There nothing here nor nothing to be gained. The general sounds retreat and his order is rarely in error.

I bow my head and leave a flag upon the land of utmost potential, but now a wasteland, an irrelevant marsh.

I turn away with the thought of that sinking flag.

Who will grab it? Who will erect it upon their land?

I am humble and tamed.

The spirit is willing, but the flesh is weak.

Let the composure commence.

This will be missed!