the summit, a poem

A two-year old poem. I still like it though. Sir Jason (sir Vitorillo, for those who aren't familiar) gave me a nine out of ten. and let me tell you, he is HARD to please.

the summit

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a helpless cry resounds

roundabout, it goes

a call of hunger

of pain

of need

as the newborn is blinded

by the corruption of the world

abandoned, it is

in the midst of great heights

and rocky terrain

still too weak

still so young

is the child of the eagle eye

soon

it must learn

that life is a battlefield

with only a single rule to abide:

it is the survival of the fittest

a situation of live-or-die

a fight to keep alive

fear not, little one

for the day has just begun

and your time has yet to come

when you will soar the greatest heights

to claim the mountain lands

and be a master

a predator

a king

it is in your nature

and runs in your blood

for you alone can look into the sun

in the summit of virility