Courage
Oh, what a looming scream.
Rippled through the cast
of the soldering blade.
Of heroic tasks
the elders have made.
The pursuit is unknown,
as we stand tall and alone.
Perhaps a screech or a moan,
what a price we must pay.
A darkened glimpse,
of all failed attempts.
To enlighten a gaze
of where not, we shall stay.
Complacent creatures,
with such burning desire.
These jobs have been chosen,
there’s a coward for hire.
Appeased is not,
the soldering blade.
For it must remain pierced,
to step out of the grave.
