Temporary

A last stab at April

The damsel in distress has called
A knight beside her she would need
The hero comes a-calling, unaware
What tragedy he would heed

Swords do clash, sparks unleash
Hilt and guard awash with sweat
The horns of battle grow with longing
At the stain of blood being let

The honor gained of a battle won
Leaves little glimmer for glory lost
The gauntlet speaks, and it speaks truly
Folly's treason and the lives it cost

Wake, o wake, o slumbering warrior
Escaping to find yourself is a lie
The allure of fantasy is all-so-convenient
Obscuring your fear from your mind's eye

Honor you seek is temporary
The world we have is challenge enough
No need to search for ladies and dragons
Fighting to stay sane is just as tough

History is written, and the tomes have aged
Movements and wars and discoveries
Statesmen and kings, tycoons and the rare sage
Have they relevance in your memories?