Heroic gallantry in ages bereft
now anachronism, a shame of the deft
Whence come this perception, this theft?
of its context there is nothing left

Who shall mourn this aching loss
whose feelings do we gloss
Why does it persist in this modern age
it ought to remain hidden in its deep grave

Yet the written word keeps it alive
a phylactery that will not hide
An awful horcrux, a mugwump that won't die
a terrible idea, and I don't know why

by Jacob Germain