I am not a poet. Please do not judge it too harshly.
When the mountain looms great before you,
And you do not stand down;
When the dark of night crashes through the sky,
And you do not look away;
When the trusted advisor tells you lies,
And you are not deceived;
When the enemy comes ravening in countless droves,
And fear does not enslave you;
When there is no hope of victory,
And yet you fight on in shadows taller than God;
When friends are foes in masks,
And still you don’t surrender;
When you are unloved,
And you do not wither;
When death comes and smiles toothless –
And you smile back at him –
You do not fall.
Fighting alone, in the dark, surrounded
– my brave one.
You do not fall!