Though

Though you may never know
How the world does flow,
Though you may never hear
All the sounds that I fear,
Though you may never ride
Those clouds far and wide,
Though it all seems right
For me to walk into the night
Towards a distant shimmering light
Into your dreams, I thus take flight.

Though you may never see
Their strife or their glory,
Though you shall only scorn
Thus the urn with frowns adorn,
Though you may never salute
Their famed fortitude,
And though you may never cry
When ominous birds fly
The gallant in martyrdom lie
Their spirits etched across the sky.

Though you very well cope
With your days of dusky hope,
And though you may only speak
Of men beyond curtains bleak,
Though you may one day smile
A deceitful facsimile,
And so you shall finally renounce
The stoic in you denounce
Carved against his very own ruse
Your vivacious silent abuse.