Those Without Fear

For this poem, we were supposed to write something that future tense. 

Here I'll stand, stoic but bold

With a heart engraven in stone,

beating like a rhythmic drum, and a face cold

as granite. It is my destiny to forever stand alone.

This path I've chosen is not for the faint

of heart, being bound by irrevocable oath.

With a gun in hand and mud doubling as war paint,

I risk my life to ensure yours has a chance at growth.