A Champion For Nobody

A hundred days of glory

A bright white stead

None shall come to thee

But pain and agony


You will be defeated

By those you save

Your reward would be shame

Your hope will be cheated



Your purpose will be beaten down

Your intentions – misunderstood

For you, there is no brotherhood

In misfortune you will drown

For good


They want roses but no thorns

Stay, if you can keep them

from your thorn’s harm

Stay, if your crushed petals

Make you think no scorn


Get away O Champion

Now, when you have not lost much

Now, when you’re looking for no affection

Later, like skin, guilt you will have worn

Later, for even your lost dignity you might not mourn


To them you’re nobody

And that you shall always be


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