Crush the obstacles
Shake thy hand while thrusting a knife into thy torso
Blood spills, as a lifeless body lay still
Bring to me, he who has courage and wit
A heavy log of wood bequeaths his soul who dares to stare at passion and compassion
We will now, we must go
For if we fail, he, she, it they will climb again
I must go now to that place before the night air encroaches and its shadow forms a circle around thee
When the final storm snips upon thee
Perhaps a new awakening, far better than one hundred leagues of fear and courage will gleam and stream into the night's sky
Embracing the brightly lit sky in search of that diamond in the rough
For if you are anyone's courage, you are my thine.
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