I have still to gain the wisdom of the Gods
with each passing breath
I anticipate the aeons that lie in my wake
discarding the temptation
I age with the seasons but I am youthful still

Each poison of treachery and malice
can be overcome easily
Even when the fates conspire to corrupt
in insidious rites
A golden sunrise will cleanse the us of our past

I need no holy talisman or a healing chalice
the cure lies within my soul
Dreams may curse us for anger left nurtured
but even the most pernicious
will falter in the passage of our lives

The End

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