Your name is everywhere,
Embedded into their hearts.
On your face, not a single tear,
Their chants are like darts.
You can't lose the spotlight,
Not when you shed blood and sweat,
To get to this height;
They'll never forget.
You've stumbled into immortality,
The sun searing your back,
You think you're in fatality,
As you see the light covered in black.
You've played victim,
Now your kingdom arises,
Create your own system,
And stand in front of their eyes.
It's your moment,
As you face your power,
Your heart is cement,
It's finally your golden hour.
YOU ARE READING
Little Things in Life
Random"I hate a Roman named Status Quo!" - Fahrenheit 451, Ray Bradbury
