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All hail the criers beckon A release of cloistered torment The waste of battle lifts as the vista lays exposed Clairity of mind mimicks the serenity nature paints Returning full circle the path begins Anew with obtainable horizons The bastards head - the monument of relief Bears the promise of return should I lower my guard Embrace the growth, my learnings entrenched A stalwart of saftey begets welcomed optimism My ramparts fortified, the caison at ready I'm hailed a victor my humility lays exposed The great wheel of circumstance moves as the sun's steady arc across the sky I feel when the cogs have clicked and the circumstance is again in my favor It is then I paint my battle colors Purify my intentions, and invite my warrior spirit to fill my soul For I know I have already been assured of victory - on a parallel leg I have already won In a heartbeat's time I will have my enemy's head, swinging from a grasp of hair, hanging from my clenched fist It is only then when I will loose the quelled emotion The emotion that screams with such vehemence of victory |