Undefeated

The sound of defeat,

Of what’s the point,

Aching ebb, empty and weary,

Reduced to silence,

No tide nor thought,

Of shadows ending,

Of a love unspoken,

When the mighty refuses arms,

When he has only fallen,

In a battle, though surviving,

Has he merely admitted; defeat,

When the war he fought,

He has already won,

Undefeated,

But lost it because

He had given up.