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

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