The Valiant Soul Poem by Lady _off_track

'T'is a dolorous plight to cower in fear,
A phobic state that doth bring naught but tears;
For 'tis a malevolent malady,
A cruel malaise that doth run too deep.

To quail before life's daunting test,
A coward's choice that can bring no rest;
For brave 'tis he who doth face his fears,
And so bravely conquers all his tears.

The valiant soul who strives to fight
Shall find that courage brings delight;
For 'tis a glorious victory
When fear is vanquished, and true courage free.

The risk of danger is outweighed by gain
When boldness conquers often great pain;
For 'tis a splendid victory
When hearts are strong,
and courage takes the day.