VICTORY

 The crowds ashore scream my victory

But I'd rather grapple under the ocean

I'd rather be trapped by weeds

I'd rather be surrounded by darkness

I'd rather be bonded than free.

I know the sunlight would burn me later

I know the  nectar would sinch my veins

I know that heaven's tears were not made for me

Only hell's rivers to drown me.

The clocks near the last hour

The flowers wilt slowly

Victory never lasts too long

When we  cease to seek the unknown.