The Man without a face...

I stand weary, weak and worn,
The soft breeze and the blessed sun,
Does nothing to ease my troubles,
For I battled the Man without a face.

Footsteps, they say He is near.
But I can't feel Him,
Beside me nor cradling me.
Where are you, the Man without a face?

I have lost yet again.
A battle was decided before it was done.
The outcome, inevitable and undeniable.
Why did I battle the Man without a face?

A mere shadow of a mortal I am,
Humbled before a force divine.
Where will I find my sanctuary?
With the Man without a face?