It seems we may be wrong, to attribute to just one man; he appears to be their trojan horse.
Hiding in the shadows; quaking from the light; it seems that there are others. But, of course.

Is this a concerted campaign; to restore their once held fame; and do so without sullying their name?
But what about the horse? Doesn't he realise their course? When they fail; he takes all their blame!

What isn't yet clear, is: did he volunteer? Did he come back, just to fall upon his sword.
Or did they pat him on the back; as they slowly pushed him back; their's to use, and then discard.

And yet they, that would-be band of brothers, heroes renewed, white knights, once upon; still hide.
Skulking, lurking, yip-yip-yipping; sniping at our heals; unbalanced by their wounded pride.