Long having labored in a different art,
One that did not ever fully feed my soul;
Still as a lordly minion did my part
And in sound measure, fair did play my role.
I mentored to the lame, the sick, the blind
And with keen blade I fought their dragons well;
Though everyday I did assuage their pain,
Of what lay vanquished, I could seldom tell.
While oft my passage lay in praise replete
I was still haunted by my failings there;
Of demons vile that I could not defeat
And of cruel carnage that did mete despair.
The path we choose is rare of reasoned rhyme:
Perhaps I will forgive myself in time.
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