Where Glory Fails

Where Glory Fails

There is a world where glory fails,
Its flower dulled by the endless swells,
To follow nature is to pretend,
Heroes fail to face their end,
Our doom’s search blades dulled,
By the failure of our soul’s way,
To glory bound, by faithful service,
To our nature let us be slain.

On endless fields of the dead we search,
Forever great deeds of endless hurt,
Yet try to find a perfect name,
Glory shall be our blame,
Is not for fortune we our born,
Among such endlessly sworn,
To faithful service to such a vice,
Guaranteed death but lack of life.

In a world without virtuous cause,
Is it not us who are truly at war,
To nature’s beast I may be,
Endlessly lacking yet I see,
Only contentments finally reached,
Forever my fancies, realities are impeached,
Such a man as I may be,
Glory please forgive me.