Bathed in light, screaming to the skies
Perfect in his flaws, standing there
Every laugh, every tear led to this
Solace as wind blows through his hair
His purpose known, his path chosen
The top of the mountain discovered
Snow cascading down from the clouds
Led by the cries of his brothers
A torrent of battles overcome
The scars remain on his face
His sword shattered, his shield broken
He rose like the sun above disgrace
A nation of enemies lie slain
The only one left alive
Brother and foe alike have perished
This is the end of his strife |
Submission Name: A Warrior's Victory
