The shirt is heavy
a cross to bear.
No man in their right mind
could succeed there.
Pride comes before a fall.
But he stood grand and tall.
In thrall to all he surveyed.
He would not be swayed.
His eye on the prize.
As the red sun did rise.
Fortune favoured his brave
encompassing shock wave.
A relentless adherence
to total coherence
and non interference.
Would aid reappearance.
Of the pride, spirit and fight
of a future so bright.
You would shield your eyes from the view
as he built it anew.
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