without fear of their return

[ktank]

A golden moment's come to pass,
and it made a swift goodbye,
waved its hand from left to right,
saying bye, farewell, goodnight.
But it left me brave and bold like
the knights of ages past, leaving
courage like the dawn leaves dew
upon the grass.  As morning
glories bloom so do some things in
life this way.  Rising early but
well past noon, they weaken die
and fade. But there's many
perspective buds still clinging to
the vine, waiting in patience to
show their glory at later times.
Oh I got what I wanted and I'll be
afraid no more, and face all these
toxic things, 'cause I have finally
found my bravery.