There is no happy ending for good men.

Good men, truly good men, are alone. They are hated. They are outcast. They are martyred.

Because good men make the choices that no one else can. Good men suffer for our sins. Good men do not share their pain, but they absorb all of ours.

There is no recognition for good men. No thanks. No reward.

Because good men are invisible. Their actions are unseen, but their effect will never go unnoticed. The world around us is made only bearable because of the actions of a few good men.

Good men give every part of themselves for the sake of that which is bigger then themselves. Be it the whole world, or one small soul.

Dark men are victorious in anthem. Dark men are proud. Their actions are heard on high. They voices echo for all to hear. Everyone can see the choices of dark men.

But good men are silent. Their actions are unsung. They hide their victories, they suffer for them.

Good men are hated. Good men are outcast. Good men are martyred. Good men are alone.

There is no happy ending for good men; for they gave it up for our own.