One Man's Burden

Stained he feels, as the day turns to night
 the man once strong, feared and behold, now just tired, weak and old
 Past is haunting his trail to the end
 the walls laugh at his grief, the wraiths of past haunt him so deep
 He writes the words of regret
 for every victim of his blade, for every selfish act of hate
 Hours of terror, the screams of the innocent
 Murders unordered, will follow him to the grave
 Last days of this man unforgiving
 His heart starts to understand
 honoring the dead is to live again
 but the one man's burden remains
 Heavens wear black, his mind won't rest
 the water he drinks run rotten, the eyes of others impale him
 left alone in the end! Darkness surrounds him
 to end his life as a warrior, he reaches the sword he use to hold
 Last days of this man unforgiving
 His heart starts to understand
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 to honour the dead is to die aswell
 will the one man's burden still remain in death?