Cowardice

Who would not claim with harm being done
That better still could have been achieved?
But better still, who would return to battle?
What endangered souls are there left to hurt
And hunt down with torturous wealth of surnames?
Who would not resolve upon walking brighter paths
Since in thought good surpasses bad
Since in thought good hides well enough to hide;
But fearsome day when one inclines so.
What realm would ours turn into if many a knight left
To seek more peculiar wars and life to lose?
A realm unwanted still, and yet none suits his pride
But as for queens to bestow peace upon
Many a knight would leave. Then would he sense
The real weight of his dreamlike soul.