PRISONER OF TIME 2 © 2008

In every victory,

Hidden in the stories,

There is the taste of defeat,

A bitterness that goes unnoticed.

Triumph carries with it

The shadow of what was lost,

The side is at the door,

Always lurking, always its own.

In the glory that the world praises,

There are scars that no one sees,

Every step forward lacks

The weight of what ceased to be.

Thus, in the laughter of conquest,

There is always a distant echo,

A reminder that persists,

That the path is uncertain.

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