Friendship's Crown

Does Nox hold sway where you sit or lay, or stand blanketed in deep fog's clime? Where perfectly proportioned physical deformity holds in substantive and coddled awe' sublime. Shrouded in shot from fusil's beautiful dark pall, far from heredity's nameless and shameless hall. We walked as friends, along a stoney ledge talking of women and lofty soul's reprisal'd pledge. Wore separate clothes, to separate mothers we cling'd, free of our father's shadow at last. Yet in time.. if your beliefs differ from mine will you still call me brother? We are so few since wreck and ruin, should hate ever., take us away one another. I'd never turn against, you have my word, no matter the seizur'd absence of mind. For it held strong our promised bond, and for it, prefer neck to the sword. No crowning achievement in sorrows my truth, faithful friendship strong as any belief, more than life it's a simple us I hold to., for w'out us there'd be no more we.