William’s Oracle Poem by Edgar Eslit

If the armor of the last mortuary would conceal the truth, so be it.
Should the last Spartan general forbid your action, then, time would tell.
Would this world turns its back against your modest doings, so shall it be.
For your prevailing words will survive not in vain but in eternity
No one can stop you in fulfilling your promises, for I believe
This life is worthless without its rightful deeds and mindful bearing
So if everything will vanish and so the words remain so deconstructing
These lines may be cleverly decried to be foolish and subjugated in mediocrity
But long live the decisive and forgiving mortals who labor in believing that
Nothing is more sacred than fulfilling a promise for your loved ones