The Victor

Not alone do we rise
By ourselves we smother in a repetitious demise

The small sacrifice that must be made
is indeterminably large.
Yet so great is the aid
Compelled to accept, no matter what the charge

As the stream takes its winding course,
Flowing over stones and barriers
Swirling and rising without remorse
Life continues naught without its carriers

Streaming into the horizons of designs
Distant future
On the hilltop in endless lines
The enemy menaces as a sibilant viper

Caught in the center
A cry from the most desperate need
Vile creatures clawing at the shreds of armor
The Flames of purest fire come with all speed

For when all hope is lost,
All will be conquered in a name.