Strike terror!

In that

feeble heart

and have it cower there,

its demons bind those

worthless arms

under a cloak of

fear.

And there exists

a coward,

the most hated

face of man,

a soul devoid

of all but self,

a shell

that turned and ran.

But here, today,

the years forget

no more

that can be said,

this fellow lives

his life amongst

the memories

of the dead.