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Vincit Qui Se Vincit
TL;DR A Cavalier-style poem in eight stanzas exploring the ancient truth that conquering oneself is the foundation for conquering all.
At first, my heart made treaty with the night, Bearing my own soft chains as bracelets worn; I shaded candle, called the coward light, And flattered dark as if indulgence sworn; Yet thine own whispers, Soul, like trumpets blew, And bid me face the field I fled and rue. conquer For valor, taught by fear, turns back to charge: I steeled my pulse, and ran into the roar; The griffin Doubt spread shadow-wings at large, And Envy hissed behind her iron door; I kissed the blade that hunted me before, And found it grew a key to Freedom's store.

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