Shores of the winners bathing me

Fiercing fear
Shapped
From eyes design

as we see

thou score
neither against
or throw

The challenge

throwned
away
the true impelling

The beginning

agony broken
inside refresh

The conquest

wonder soul
madly begs
to be pleased

sweet agony
we keep
?

vyntage

At the bottom
The surface
escapes
from
the fully
purpose
at the
bottom
the task
unveils
an lonely thought
at the bottom
there will lay!