My breath
has long fleeted my lungs;
My body
is crippled tirelessly by pain;
My mind
begs for this moment to cease
This is the moment to yield
Yet I press on...
Through the exhaustion.
Through my faltering muscles.
Through the wall of debilitation
My back is against the wall
Yet I will continue on...
Pass the limits of possibility.
Pass the boundaries of condition.
Pass the ambiguity of self.
'Till I have defeated my enemy
'or I stand before the gates of Valhalla.
My rival hits the floor
Regardless...
I can never accept Defeat
When its only separated from Victory
By a thin
fine
line.
I ascend its threshold
Not sure this one holds up to its predecessor, but when do they ever. Am I right!?! ... Any way