Nothing, So It Seems

Choice made was not to lose,

To stand unshaken in the few.

Piercings that stated muse,

Held closest of a new.

Stolid bricked castle on the shore,

While expectations seeped the holes.

So the concerns mistaken as fears in more,

And courage in leaps to bury the pores.

Unjustly will stare the fate,

With many on knees to pray.

Harder it being is lost in state,

Than to bicker in a faithless array.

Ethos of silences are uncherished,

When fires taint the one away.

And the bravery captured in darkness perished,

The crystal as stone steals idly inside to lay.

Valor of a decision is rare in times,

When the decision do not come through.

The act of wit that wins no crimes,

Is the play of undone moves & nothing but true.

A well kept secret of the ages that knew,

The choice not made needs the most to do.

Then as it soon unveils the moral & askew,

Question the action, you should not have placed the move.