And so another day to which we celebrate
Once we’ve tapped our feet and clapped our hands across battlefields
Skipped and dodged and hid through dangerous escapades
Partied in mundane masquerades with friendly rival hosts,
In our elite we toast to the restraint of our constant dynamism
And recount on the durability of our compromising decrees
Yet at times, we favor to quietly flee in search for serenity
Towards a periphery that our space-yearning minds have drawn,
Over which to the other side we cross
Easing into a sanctuary that our gifts have bestowed,
Bringing in gunpowder scent that satiates the air,
Enchanting crimson blood flowing from fresh open cuts,
The chime of plunged enemies’ swords that are tinkling in our ears;
Remnants which we rise to enthrone on the seeds of our flowerbeds
From where our train of queen bees feast on their sweets
Secure some to have them prepared as remedy
And served to heal our might and restore our majesties
This other side that we cross over to
Is where a dream begins
While the others transform into feats
Where peace blossoms
Only to make way for more to grow
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