How in vivid ignorance
betwixt dim cloudy interpretations
would we ever know
that my bee flowers gallantry in my mind
for to place away from the hive
knowing the disturbia and stings of havoc and chaos
will not reach that too fragile to cope
I can stand formidable
bred and able to face the thrusts and cuts of fate
and shout back at the thunder
as I wave the rains back to the clouds
in the fine knowledge none but I will meet dragons
and brave the wicked flames of knaves and philistines
my bee shall fly free on tender wings
live again to gather honey
in bare truth I have loved and protected to the last
and that look in my eyes
is chivalry and gallantry and the courage of those able to claim
I am a man that keeps his promise
my blood before yours