Frightful Night
I grab my lance,
and my Steed is readily near,
the thoughts of those I loved,
and what I'm fighting for.
Love and Live and I must fight,
To get the prize I seek.
But on this frightful night,
The one I must fight is me.
But I get on my steed
and ride down this hill.
With Courage and Faith,
I Strike with this Steed,
one fear down
then another,
and another again.
Till all that is left is me,
but the biggest one of all,
has to come along,
and I can not face it alone.
The Fear of not knowing
What will happen,
Until it comes,
But I know with Faith and Love,
I grab my Sword and Shield.
Racing toward this Fear,
I shall strike him down,
But time is all I need.
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