Imprudent for the realm of peace, Defiant in this incessant quest, Rummage and toil. Honed echo belts out a vibrant peal, As an ill fated victim of martyrdom, But one’s orbiting recollection, Dissolves even deeper. Rich yet warm halcyon soil a motion away, Balmy lips can attest. No light shone brighter, Than an embedded willpower, Which would simultaneously resurface, In union with dawn’s wonderment glare. A vision to match that of a conceived journey, Which would commence with a single step.