Victory

Gold.

The post that must be crossed,

And the shimmer in their eyes.

The jewels that can’t be lost,

And the truth behind all lies.

 

Silver.

The ice-cold glint that shines around,

And missed opportunities.

The second dot placed in the crown,

And a way to set them free.

 

Bronze.

The tarnished colour of vict’ry,

And the reward for being last,

That’s lifted on the blessed heath.

Which hopes will it bring fast?

 

Gold.

A symbol of the skies,

To where they’re gonna fly,

And they can overcome the sea-

It’s a sign of victory.

The End

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