We walked the grounds and surveyed the
Remnants newly disassociated
Spilled blood and wine equally evaporated
The transition was fast and tinny hollow.
It had always been such a struggle
Noble but in a self-righteous way
Like the first solo on a bicycle
Look at me see what I have done
But then on the day after all there is left is the riding
This quest complete yet ringing hollow somehow
Leaving nothing gallant to strive and embrace
No shining city on the hill
Nothing left but the churning and the beginning
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