Is it wrong...

... that I want to be a warrior of old, a master swordsman, a champion for all?

Is it at all strange that I wish to fight for king and country, for god and for love, to defend the people from the forces of darkness?

I want to shatter the grip of evil power, I want to carve a bloody swathe through creatures beyond salvation, showing the fallen the erros of their ways.

I want to liberate a world chained by shadow, and I want to do it wielding a sword wrought of heaven, screaming righteous fury, battling inner demons but ultimately choosing the light.

Was I born of an age long forgotten, or am I just not meant for this world, or is it that I long for a metaphor and have yet to discover the truth behind my longing?

Or is it that I have just lost touch with reality?