| Posted On: | 2009-07-30 02:18:43 |
The coward lurks, fearful of confrontation
Mute with trepidation, ill with unease
Submerged beneath the depths of self-pity
Ensnared by strands of self-loathing
Born from noble stock, a lineage of adventures
Fathered by the mighty, mothered by the brave
To chose so ignoble a destiny, the path of craven
Many despise the pathetic wretch, abhored yet untouched
One among the masses whose hatred so brightly
Blinded by such strong revulsion, as to break the unspoken covenant
This wrathful creature, wreathed in wrainments of disgust
Is none other, than the coward himself
