On the horizon past bridges crumbled.
Do we as people made life fumbled.
We press forth on the Peaks of Light.
A sacred cliff from which Zeus took flight.
So here I stand atop this steeple.
To pass pause unto less fortunate people.
It is in this aegis of light that I am enveloped.
To repel spells of blight the darkness hath developed.
It is in the core of these hills that I trust.
To do what is true and what is just.
At the end of the day peace is all that is real.
With our own collective brand imprinted on the seal.
So let this lesson be the coal you spread apart.
To temper the white hot iron that is your heart.
And on the final day I promise you will take flight.
For wings will carry you too up to the Peaks of Light.
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