On Righting Wrongs

Forever and long
We are righting the wrongs
Her whispers in my ear are a dark symphony,
As long as I run I know I shall be free.

We swing and we strike for one and for all,
To punish the big and embolden the small.
My boots are now littered with the dirt and the grains.
The iron struck hot like the blood in my veins.

We won't cease this fighting for our honorable cause.
To hunt all the evil that lurked in these halls
For love is a sweet distant noise at its best.
A wistful reminder beneath my vest.

So hear what I say and do hear me well.
Be not under hex of the borrower's spell.
We are the just, and yes we are the brave.
Taking our vows from cradle to grave.

I trust in my power and soon they will see,
The last sight before the end will be me.
Nothing else for it now so I run and I run,
For days into weeks I am chasing the sun.

It shines down on me with its bright incandescence.
Our missions are all just worthwhile investments.
Now do what you will and do what you please.
But I shall step up and cure my disease.