From the mirror looking back at me, br Is- “integrity’s beauty bold, ” as few might really see. br The face that sank “a thousand ships” galore… br This smile shattering eclipsers images, on-the-floor! br br No nervous lips are mine, as the courageous doth fall. br Though many would fence me, as some Trojan wall… br Still, trapped between “pillar and post” I was framed…, br As if by some ghostly set-up; and so a Warrior I became...