Little was known of this poor mans demise,
left heartless from love,
bringing tears to glass eyes.
Bound by the courage and honour of his peers,
Calling her daughter,
To baninsh her fears
Brave as a man could ever be,
Saved by his own humanity,
Pages lay scattered, no destiny.
Complications arise which to many are sound,
Battles are fought with no one around.
For in the mind there lies victory,
Even if others cant comprehend what you see.
Scars can lie on dignities,
Arrows can wound,
Or strengthen deceit.
For what is a man if he would love to know,
A dreamer, a thinker, an admirable folk?
I am the man who knows he can be,
A man who's thoughts shape his destiny.
Little was learned from he who did not go,
Little was seen by those who did not know,
Little was heard from over the hill,
Little is he who wishes to will.