What Are You, Then?

You said the truth would light the way,

That honor never bends or sways.

But now the fire you sought to fight

Has pulled you into endless night.

If you forget the ground you stand upon,

What’s left of you when the fire’s gone?

If you fight fire with fire,

And let the flames grow higher,

If you abandon what you defend…

What are you then?

If you trade your soul to win,

The victory turns to ash within.

If you abandon what you defend…

What are you then?

The high road’s harder, steep, and long,

But rage is loud, and rage feels strong.

Yet in the mirror, can you see

The one you swore you’d never be?

If every line is crossed to claim the crown,

The throne you reach will pull you down.

If you fight fire with fire,

And let the flames grow higher,

If you abandon what you defend…

What are you then?

If you trade your soul to win,

The victory turns to ash within.

If you abandon what you defend…

What are you then?

It’s not the battle, it’s the cost,

To win the world, but lose what’s lost.

The question lingers, sharp as pain:

What remains?

If you fight fire with fire,

And let the flames grow higher,

If you abandon what you defend…

What are you then?

The question echoes, time and again—

What are you then?

What are you then?