The wind was uproarious
As it beat against his chest
He was standing at the mountains precipice
cornered and stressed

He was alienated from the pack
Nothing could assuage his fear
He was now the also-ran
He needed a new game plan

He screamed for help
But the people were apathetic
And the bandits who were coming after him
Looked very energetic

The situation was appalling
He tried everything he could do
He had pain in his body
He was feeling very blue

But he still had hope
And he didn’t give upon his tries
for he believed in his grit
and he soared with fire in his eyes

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