Because It Is Bitter

I ascend to the heights.
My life for you,
Sacrificing mortal decades,
To your bloody centuries,
Forsaking all others,
For your honor.
My scars tell a story:
The peril of your regard.
My once-praised body,
Grayed and sagging,
Your favor shifts,
And like a deluded prophet,
Having climbed the wrong mountain,
I descend.