The Lone Crusader

In land of gilded lies and tarnished gold, where truth is silenced, bought, and swiftly sold. There stands a man, with sorrow in his eyes, who sees the rot beneath the nation’s guise.

O land, once pure, where honor used to dwell. Now lost to greed, where shadows weave their spell, he watches as the mighty bow to sin. Their hollow promises, the darkness deep within.

He sees the need, a stand that must be made. Against the tides of treachery and shade, though heart is heavy, burdened with the fight. He steels himself to face the looming night.

Alone he’ll march, where others dare not tread, through peril’s path, where many dreams lie dead. With pride he’ll bear the weight of every scar. A beacon in the night, a solitary star.

O hear his cry, ye silent, fearful crowd, for in his voice, the thunder speaks aloud. No more shall he endure the reign of lies, he stands for justice ‘neath the darkened skies.

Though friends may falter, and allies depart, he carries forth the fire within his heart. A righteous flame that burns against the dark, a spark of hope, a lone but brilliant arc.

For though the journey’s fraught with grief and pain, his spirit soars, unbroken by the strain. With pride he’ll fight, until the dawn is nigh, a lone crusader, ‘neath the blood-red sky.

So let the echoes of his courage ring, through hollow halls where fallen angels sing, In every step, his stand shall not be vain, for truth shall rise, and justice shall remain.