The conquest

That is when I finally see
Your master stroke, I believe, it will be!
A face as smooth as a skating rink,
Between me and your tallest peak.

I sink to my knees in utter defeat
I tell you, ‘I give up! Just let me be!’
Hot tears freeze on my cheeks, and the
Wail of a defeated spirit rends the air.

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