Longing For Redemption...

The edge of his singing blade is dulled
His armor has grown stiff and rusted
There is no more to give
The windmills he has tilted against have won

His hidden brother is mortally wounded
Gone is the joy of righteous anger
Departed in the night of his torment
It could not stand the assault

He simply lives, there is nothing left
Nothing to fill the emptiness
The aching hole in his heart
He's held by the chains of yesterday

Hidden away, he plots his escape
Knowing it never will happen
Still wearing the smiling mask
That keeps his secret