The poetic victory

Slow poachers down the wing,

The road is empty.
Jugglers join the pack,
The road, still empty.

We sink in the green sea,
Yet nothing seems lost.
There is never any fear,
Because nothing's ever lost.

We fight our own shadows,
With a sane logic to win.
The shadows fight back,
Everyone is there to win.

The gallery vibrate with beats,
With synchronised unity.
Waves resonate with frolic,
Even so with hostility.

Time ushers in the suspense.
There is always an end.
No withdrawal, even in pain;
Our territory, we will defend.

Yesterday cannot tame us,
We leave our history at bay.
Today we fight and fall;
To rise - come what may.

Slow poachers down the wing,
The road seemed empty.
An organised tactic perfectioned,
..we escaped with victory.