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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