Upon a narrow mountain ledge,
stripped of courage and facing
death. Almost giving up on
yourself, the reaper moves in
with deadly stealth. If not for
"The pledge" you would give into
Yet a solemn vow keeps your soul
intact, seemingly protected from
the reapers snatch. Your body
aches and your will it fades. Still
upon a narrow mountain ledge you
gaze within and cling to "The pledge"
A pact was made and you know the
No time for mistakes a new day awakes.
You honour this with a brave new face.
Onwards and upwards to fulfil "The Pledge"
and while doing so restoring your grace.
Copyright © Andy Craig | Year Posted 2013