By : Gus Victoria
Eagle on a cactus in splendor arrayed,
Harbinger of a future bright
After a past darkened in crimson shade,
Eyes dark and round
Melt an iron heart
To a flameless light
That burns ever bright
In longing beats
For an ideal lost
On the waves of fortune
In the path fate laid,
As a trap to the thinking soul
That in hubris would attempt
An escape from its dealt destiny
That in utmost clarity
Is seen and known as wrong,
The heart blazed another
Even more daring trail
That would immune be from failure,
If only equal measure of faith be given
For that is the rub,
Faith is currency rare,
And cannot be substituted for countenance faire.
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