Victory

By Phil Rosie Gioldasis
forty two twisted deeds.
life fortitude breaks a giver.
tis alight in windows pane.
tis a break in her hands a coin.
thawed by thoughts of you and himself.
all we ask is there a path to follow.
Why its as hard as a rock in exalibur.
high upon tis a cliff shew thee this
my my light is all she sees guilt in awe
it does not tempt me shame or thorns.
what deed is this?what lie?what covering?
is it a blast fire to brag like a spirit?
for without it all would be lost consumed?
as a war lingers in the east the map?
they are changing they change justice?
for i brag the sky will be mine the earth.
to inherit it like a dowry by his graceful
victory?tis my name aloud like leviathan.
for he is outcast and we are here today.
he weaps because he cannot come to brag.
or to have victory ages upon ages an ages.
i am poor then he says my stomach empty.
for i could see farther than you!
For i have faith!!!!