Phyric Victory

What is it to win? To win is to have everything in the palm of your hand, You have it all, Your enemies are silent, You have triumphed. In your victory, You notice not the smoking craters in your wake nor the skeletons at your feet, all you see is the possibilities of tomorrow, and your might not the cost, nor those who were lost you have become the sun, at the cost of the moon

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