Speed
Could it be I'll live this time?
Could joy be added to a rhyme?

Could it be I'll get a wish?
Might I even earn a kiss?

Alas, I know 'tis not the case,
And for the worst myself I brace.

For virtue is a wondrous thing
And honor endless does it bring...

But force they never shall condone,
And for theft they would myself disown...

Though terror seizes up my brain
When speed for this I entertain...

And horror crushes tight my chest
When theft here I prevent from rest.

So the turtle have I thus become,
On the hidden bridge over endless chasm.

And as the eagle I do watch with care
Myself the zealous, thoughtless hare.

For speed is the antithesis
Of the patience I must hold for this...