Hamlet, R. Giskard, and I

Hamlet, R. Giskard and I
Flawed heroes all, all doomed to die
Within the sight of journey's end,
The final leg just round the bend.

We fight against decay and death
Found in the minds of men and Seth
We strive and fight a bitter war,
The likes of which are found in lore.

Our battlefield is oft within
Confines of our own mortal skin.
Our battle scars are wounds of soul
From heart and mind they claim their toll.

Our eyes assault our very sight,
Our minds assault our sleep at night
We know our future, it is clear
Our minds are fixed, we have no fear.

We choose our path with grave intent.
We do not quit, do not relent
Until our task is nearly done
Our battle very nearly won.

And when we're sure our battle's fought
We find ourselves all left with naught
Our lives full spent on one ideal,
Our wounds too deep to ever heal.

We rest our heads upon the ground,
Our lifeblood spilled, we hear the sounds
Of victory, distant, we have won
But, spent, our fighting days are done.

We die of tiredness, die of pain
Our wounds unseen, but they remain.
Our spirits pour upon the ground
And we are gone...

We do not know just why we fight,
We simply know that it is right
That others will on us depend
And they we must, at last, defend.

We spend our lives for you, my friend,
To you our fealty, to the end.
You know me not, but trust me yet,
Your freedom's bought, the payment met.

J.