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The Truth About Bravery
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Old How misinterpretation
Throughout the generations
Has bred a falsehood in the 'gallant.'
Men with blackened hearts that never part from fearless balance.
He who cometh and say,
'Oh let his armies split my finest mail in twain
With every sword.
For I will soon fight bare (if though, in vain)
So I may seek reward.'
Yes, he who soon declares his proper corpse
For sake of death alone
Will surely die remembered
For his causeless bones.
Finest heart-wood burns the embers of resolve.
But courage?
Need not apply.
He who bares his basest filth -
His proper vice and weakness built
Will surely rot alone.
Yes, alone... He who flees from reaper strikes
Will sink into the night -
A lone wolf staying true to every aspect of his life.
Yet he will die inside the eyes of every nobleman a 'lie.'
Finest soul-scent reeks the Truth.
And courage?
Applied but never recognized.
One man indeed did lose his breath
In a careless storm's wake.
Courage mistaken for fearlessness' sake.
The Rash will not rest 'til they've been colored ghoulish.
Where man feareth not death, be he brave or foolish?
