Courage as if from ravening ferocity
Almost shrewd
, and only his own
Gone was reason
With the one weapon not seen
Life already half over
called him once more to the stars with a cut
which had not been made
The voice told him his chance
truth, justice, he would have
The voice rang to him
the light just free of the world
He walked beyond the terror and despair and did not return
Because he had never seen a surge of peace
Beyond his touch
capable of
