God knows whom to blight: A poem 

The roses in a brave soul 

do not wither from the cold 

The coal of the horizon is gold 

for the selfless to behold 

Though evil marks boundaries, 

scales walls, builds foundries 

The battles are far from over 

Destiny doesn’t run for cover 

If defeat comes with duty, 

stoicism be fortitude’s beauty 

Let not shackles bind like locks and chains 

There is justice even in the lowliest of drains 

There is a fortress in fortune’s night 

where a flogged horse takes flight 

For God brings the kiss of the knight 

And His eye knows whom to blight