Fear is an artless thief;
It takes all you possess.
A peddler of grief,

A swindler, selling stress.
Fear tells you, "No, you won't."
It takes all you possess

To stand and shout, "I don't
Agree!" And try (and try) again.
Fear tells you, "No. You won't

Succeed." But you can win.
Stare down your fickle doubt,
Agree to try. And try again.

"I'm not afraid!" you shout.
Catch the cutpurse in the act,
Stare it down and have no doubt.

With wide-eyed confidence intact
You catch the cutpurse in the act.
Fear is an artless thief,
A peddler in grief.

Penned by my hand on the 12th of Lupar, in the year 893 AF.