Came and went, hoped to forget, this one i protected,
Once again the time of remembrance hinders me so,
Unable to make myself flow to the war that i haven't battled,
Rage ensuring my death, never to again walk this path,
Able to retain my thoughts kept in the deep recesses of my mind,
Gone through the darkness of light and continued onward,
Even the dead have come to congratulate me.
Courage to retain my cool and the face what scares me most.
When life give you a blade you use it to cut a path to walk,
Isn't this what the young people are told,
So that they may live by the sword and soon die by it,
Done in by those of greater power,
Overconfident of themselves thus blindly fighting,
Most of which to soon die anyway cowering in fear.
Wisdom to have the knowledge of ages and experiences of many.
Possessed by overwhelming hatred,
Only to die a pitiful death,
When they only wanted revenge,
Eventually they are consumed by its death fires,
Revenge of the ones they loved, but soon causing more damage then healing
Power to contain ones overwhelming emotions and use it against ones enemies.
Courage, Wisdom, Power
The Three of Balance
The Three of Living
The Triforce
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