At The Edge

He stands at the edge looking in,
No place belongs to him.
No home, no family, no love,
No help from the great heavens above.
He has to exist in this world all alone,
So as he lives his skills he will hone.
To him the world is already dead,
To a man like him what more can be said.
He has no reason left to live,
To this world what more can he give.
Once a solider, a great hero of war,
It has hardened him to the core.
Now that he is no longer needed he is tossed aside,
So from this cruel world he will hide.
Alone with his words and his thoughts,
He dreams of the great battles he has fought.
Of a time when the world needed a man like him,
But what again when the world grows dim?
Will he come out and take up the fight.
Or will he merely drift off into the night?
He will fight…for no other reason than his honour and pride,
What more can he lose…in his heart he has already died.