That way sees' only weak,
Of material strength,
While strength of the heart holds all the keys',

Those who do not believe in anyone thing,
Shiver in fear,
As bold as lions',
Shudders' the places' of ruin,
Weakness shaking to the very core.

When five ways' raining day,
As fast as wasps' swirling,
Weakness prevails' through,
The hearts' of those not true.

A poem.