Confused by Honor

I ride alone into the world
My steed and I go forth
The land we seek is far away
The land of Amorf's Gorth

Two days I rode into the sun
Nothing to slow us down
I saw a rattler in the bush
I killed it by the crown

So on and on I ride alone
The sand all formed in dune
So on and on the day and night
To reach the city soon

I look into the dark and see
my future destiny
I ride into the town at night
As hidden as can be

. . . . . . . . .

For now I wake with fear inside
To think what I must do
My future lies in death or jail
Preceded by the coup

The King, my father, shall be slay
Upon this sword of steel
For all the duties he has done
Against the family seal

My mother slain for crimes unknown
My brother sent away
I now shall soon avenge dad's crimes
Or rest my soul today

I sneak among my very foes
To seek the one I want
There, high upon the pedestal
My consciousness he taunts

Present myself, hold out my sword
As if presenting gold
Just one quick stab upon his chest
Is how the stroke is told

Death came slow onto the hero
Swords four five or six
The soldiers placed around the king
Began to give their licks

The hero watched just long enough
To see his father die
And as his final breath became
A tear came to his eye.