I feel like fatigue and somnolence are drifting me away,
but I know I shall not succumb to this lethargy
for I am a soldier of choice,
a knight,
of an inconspicuous Camelot,
a warrior,
from the linage of fire.
Even all my soul is bitten
chewed
by the rats of fatigue, the scars of betrayals,
the needle thorns of indifference
and the termites that devour forbearance
from within,
I still hold together
in the valour of my intent,
the sovereign sword
that pierce through the body of my soul
like a pillar
to mend me together
in the might of my will.
