Fairworn Poem by Christian Thomas Scott

Delving into depths of darker deeds,
For one less shadow dims a sunlit land,
When far below his marching footsteps lead,
To chaos sound of path without demand.
Choose to defy a nation's brittle stance?
And break down doors of strict confining debt?
Why still pursue the lusts of this fair chance,
When dornicks lie in wait of strivings met?
Fault of broken coloration's brand,
Repeats as to the singing of the first,
For though incumbent duty has demand,
The crowd will never fail to cull the worst.
Denounce the ways of wisdom in her youth,
And follow after wisdom's elder truth.