What We Fought For

We stood proudly against the tyrant of the desert,

We held strong against the
pestilence that ate our flesh,

We strode without fear into the lightless places where monsters breed,

We looked away from tempting mountains of shining yellow wealth,

We did not bow our heads to the false king of spirits,

In the end, it was a gentle breeze of thought, the tinniest whisper of doubt, that took root, that asked us so quietly,

"Why are you fighting?"

And one by one, we fell.