Gallant spirit.

Unflinching dust speck amidst overwhelming violent whirlwinds,
Spirit principals tested your soul to pits where world ends.

The weight of your name couldn't be carried by any other being,
You are one with the all that was at the beginning.

Toils and travails placed on your shoulders killed gods,
Imperfect as you are you stood still against all odds.

What are you
What are you made of
Are you made at all
Nonexistent mystery of nature
Neither here nor there, hard to call.

The embedded mark of the beast was your holy totem,
At peace with both poles standing as the omnipotent.

Your whole life with its trials is perfect,
Nothing is good nothing is bad it is as let.

God prescience; you knew your purpose as an infant,
More precise, harsh world reality matured you in an instant.

The pure golden qualities bring light and warmth
You resort into that solace valued at life's worth.

I AM human after all is said and done,
Break down into pieces, emerge stronger as the one.

All has its time and place, not to be moved by life
I am not running a human race; beyond death is a finish line.

The outcomes are what they are with no emotions attached,
Gods were never bothered by demons when their devotion's attacked.

Occupied spaces larger than life
Left a mark where incredible time spent
Symbolized being, what an tremendous event.
Gala.