Bravado a Poem by Jeremy Matthews

Of the beckon I did render an act to the prologue stealing a scene from the epilogue answering my own question to renounce the past and fast the outcast to purify the digestion of the future never to swallow the pride by daring death to reside in the story of the tail of the tide where the landing began to slide. All that was, has up and died is founded on the always present pride. Destiny is still alive. I did this though I could have done without the miss of heaven's beckoning kiss.