Dilemma

His eyes burn like smoldering pieces of coal
 Quest had become desperately devoid of hope and the
 Weariness it sits deep within his bare bones felt his
 Soul was exposed. His robe hangs in tatters
 Every single last lead seemed to end at a closed door
 His features and feet tell the tale of countless raw rugged
 Nights in the wilderness, he wore the faded tincture of
 One who had taken shelter beneath the great vastness of space
 Alone in my element again
 Heard a bird chirp dirt and death through the wind, and then:
 Adrenaline rushed through my fingertips
 Skim through the script and can see our King did this
 Typical invasion plan. Why's he trying to take this land?
 What's he got to gain from another acre of hay and sand?
 Feeling unsafe, advance in to the village gates at last
 Enter the market place and pass too many sad faces, that's
 Nothing but the trace of ash, and the bitter grapes of wrath.
 Must've been Rongon and the mask in a flash – over!
 Down to the last soldier. How can the town overcome?
 Interrupted by tugs on his shoulder
 Turns to a vagabond who cries
 ...searching up at him
 Pleading could he spare a little change for a broken soul
 That he might live to fight another day through these hopeless cold
 Nights met by silence...
 The man remonstrates fiercely again little did he know
 Stop asking me for a damn handout and see
 That we all have the power to roam and be free
 Now move along on your way, 'cause the brave don't let the wolf bite
 His patience it plummets like wings broken in full flight
 He's looking at me like I'm heartless. Shalim is not the one to argue with
 Sun yields to darkness. He's seething. I'm leaving
 But wait!
 Like shadows encroaching on light, enter Rongon and his entourage
 Whose in charge of this Melee in Midday under sun rays, I heard you at large
 Beggin my part but I start and discard what you see as life being hard
 Conversation has no taste, disappear from my face now!
 The general continues to harass the old man
 Government ground sound pounds for punishment, judgment,
 From hell bent so decide who's running this shit
 Not you or this fool, weak duel, I unspool and re-school you
 Both in the street breaking these rules!
 Thou shalt not beg with both arms and legs useful.
 Scum, and you question I Gods looking down from the sky
 Cast out all demons, non factors here screaming
 Could have lived by leaving, but thinking that you're dreaming
 Guillotine strike, light for the flight, expose, confuse
 I'll choose, metal chop your head you now lose!
 Shalim stands stunned, stifled by the shock
 Subconscious snippets of malicious vicious laughter
 Echo... through his empty shell
 I feel as though I've crept through hell –
 The belly of the beast and back
 And lacking any orientation from the shock,
 Seek shelter in a carved out rock, and fall asleep
 So often they end up finding you
 Those things you seek