Feel the beacon call to you,
Pleading you forth towards the goal,
Where awaits success, arms open,
And rose water awaiting to caress your feet.
Is it not herein that wish I to be?
To achieve such heights that balance is broken.
Whence the hunted shall come
To the hunter’s arrow,
To deem the honour of a honourable end.
Aye, oh aye, so why awaits my hands,
Set to the actions albeit sweat may creep.
For that is why the rose water awaits,
To enchant the stink to fragrance beyond compare.
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"Feel the beacon call to you,
Pleading you forth towards the goal,
Where awaits success, arms open,
And rose water awaiting to caress your feet."
beautiful poem.
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