You know what I hated most about us,
When you wanted to go
I never knew if I was to be selfish and fight for you,
Or to be noble and let you go...
And I think you wanted me to fight,
But my wars in the prior years were ruthless,
So you stripped me of my armor replacing it with peace and solace,
Taking away my need to fight,
And in the end I knew,
I knew you wanted me to fight,
To fight for you,
But how ironic,
You made me noble...
By Mikha'il Wolf