Poetry · Writing

Ego

Battle the greats and hear they roar,

roar until tomorrow’s sun rise

on their command. The greats

are only for a single sun

for the new is crowned

for the moon. The sun

opens the gate of the mountain

for the greats to walk their final

journey. Transcend into the

god, becoming the gods

in footsteps left behind.

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