The Manifestation Of Me (A Creed) Poem by Peitho Enthermos

Will ye let me on my way of boldness?
Let me know what is it when the evening falls.
Unarmed, unbraced I go, and with prowess;
Let me through the way, sleep by day, or face more than the lion's growl.
Aye! Even in Erebus's darkest, I will not be a nonentity.

Liken me as a sword designed with a purpose:
Wields good, opens a way, or tastes danger.
Lest I am a rust in the scabbard with no cause,
I rather would have be-gone myself since before!
Permit me what I can be, and what I believe myself to be.