Defeat, my defeat my shinning sword and shield.
In your eyes I have read,
That to be enthroned is to be enslaved,
And to be understood is to be leveled down,
And to be grasped is but to reach one’s fullness.
Defeat, my defeat my deathless courage,
You and I shall laugh together with the storm.
And together we shall dig graves,
For all that dies in us.
We shall stand in the Sun with a will,
And we shall be dangerous.
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