as i stumble through this life, may virtue be my guide to face the blitz of fear with honor, grit and pride / the fleeting flash of light. the fight to make the grade as dusk concedes to night beneath the twilight shade / the coral snakes through leaves with rings of colors bright. the gray wolf howls to heaven, spiked canines snarling white / i swiftly stretch my stride into a steady run and reach the other side; my brush with fear was done.

ayo.

~P