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Aug 2018
Glorious hills,
Hall of fame.
Cheap thrills,
God of the Game.

How did I get here?

Shipwrecked boat,
Undiscovered land.
Sore throat,
Parched and bland.

It came from above,
Woken by the sun.
By the sight of a dove,
My training begun.

I fought beasts,
I ran till I could run no more,
I challenged chiefs,
I won the war.

My ordeal had not ended,
It had literally just begun.
My road was not apprehended,
By myself or anyone.

I surfed waves,
I braved the whirlpool.
I plunged into the ocean caves,
To recover the infamous jewel.

I climbed the mountain,
Silent and still.
At the peak lay a fountain,
Ready to spill.

The water enlightened me,
I was ready to fight.
Nothing could stop me,
As I flew into the night.

At long last I was home,
Captain's armband.
In this very stadium dome,
I will create history by my very own hand.
Max Vale
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Max Vale  M/Somewhere
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