Far too long I shunned
her shimmering silver luminosity
-her softness contaminated me,
and made me weak.
So I struck East, desirous of Its golden power and promise.
Plagued by illusions of strength and vigor
I plodded manfully through Summer.

and Empty.

I turned back to my pale and fickle maiden
Luckily I found her,
In fullest bloom
-not hiding
As so often she will.


And I followed,
I pleaded,
I offered everything I had
and she said nothing.
Yet, in that silence,
she offered me everything.
She offered me a return
to where I belonged:


Eastern Warrior, rise up once again,
rise up.

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