Every boy dreams of being brave,
A chance to rescue girl in need;
While grown-man dreams oft cast him knave,
With choices ruled by lust and greed
And weakened thus by cruel, dark foes,
Accused and stumbling on he goes,
Bowing his head, resisting dreams-
'Tis easier far to kill the spark
And though she longs for him to lead,
He forfeits courage for a lark,
A selfish quest, alas, short-lived,
While for the girl, there's naught to give
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