Whither Honour?

[flameelf]

Someone I trusted had no truth
But filled the air with lies.
The failed pursuits and fantasies
Were phantoms in the skies.

When pledges fall on deafened ears
And swearing goes for nought,
I have to ask the price we've paid
For what poor thing we've got.

While 'victims' now were once the ones
Excusing evil deeds,
And those accountable for more
Were preying on our needs,

The ones we looked to give us guard
And keep us safe and sound
Turned out to be the carnivoires
Who beat us to the ground.

There is no hope for words of Men
Or empty vows unkept.
It's what you do that defines you,
Despite the tears you've wept.

It's not the sitting in a room
And watching others 'do'--
It's all about the gifts you have;
The expressions of 'you'.

So will you take your noble thoughts
And make them worthy deeds?
Or will you make excuses for
Your planting evil seeds?

Will you be the one your friends
Will look to for your power?
Or will you be the one who slinks
And hides in that black hour?

And when the Darkness comes for you,
What will you tell it now?
"I am the sum of all I've done"?
Or "It's wasn't me, I vow!"

A warrior will stand for truth,
Or will not stand at all.
A villain points to someone else
And therein is his fall.

Nechtan