Pride is the beast that lies on the couch
Who keeps the door and sleeps few hours,
Courage is the pair of red streaks the night devours
And defines the light in a field of steel towers.
Youth is the heart that tethers your aged wisdom
A chasm of fidelity, power and grace.
Truth is the battle in the confines of your blood,
The tickle in your throat, the tired look on your face.
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