An Heirloom For The Audacious Poem by Terence An

It is an heirloom for the audacious,
A foray into valor.
The scar, like water, carves canyons
Out of flesh so coarse and callous.
The gold you've reaped
from the venues of barbarians.
The carmine emblem that you've wrung
from creatures in your likeness.
All the while fighting,
for values outside, obscure.
And if you haven't yet heard,
I'll tell you once again.
Dead men cannot obey
The commands of your Romance.
And so I marvel:
How courageous the blind
How proud the ignorant.