Here I am, what is left of me. All that remains that can be seen. My story long done, chapters aplenty strewn about my feet. All the ruins of a life not lived but survived. Each battle laid bare, each fear seen on page. So weak a vessel I used to be. Flawless was I not but proud I am of the long journey I have made. Here at the end, at last I am saved. Hope gave me little and peace had I none. Long was my battle and at last I have won. No blade may touch me, for my greatest foe lay dead at my feet. My life long spent on many a quest yet none so great as this, my last. I smile at the end of it and ask Heavens grace. For can only divine grace forgive this old warriors disgrace. Fallen was I, a vessel flawed and broken. So my battle raged till the Lord hath spoken. My time now is done and my war must cease. Oh Lord the deed is done, and all I want is peace. Come the day that your call shall sound. Until that day I rest, here within the ground.
"I am but a mirror held up before your eyes. The things you see in me exist within yourself as well. Do not hate what you behold in me, for you only hate that which is reflected in the mirror."