Had reached a stage where to resolute was no use

Not sure where this was headed, absolutely no clue

Had thought that a plan was in store, of love and galore

Where the hero would fight and win wars on a new shore  

But here he lay down wounded by his fate and belief in love

Never knew that it would inflict such pain and above

It would be hanging on the thin threads of distrusts and fake

A true love would on such foundations would never make

So, in disdain and forlorn he lies there awaiting

For defeat that is now wandering to meet his making

And then he rises once again to stand up against this loom

To fight with vigour and defeat his doom

For the one who fights has the Divine who will not let him down

To be the ultimate victor and wear the crown