Humility, the worst of enemies
Arid like a desert, dry, the cause of heat
Dying slowly, sickly and worn away
Giving a chance for a breath, as the moon hovers
A spotlight of every action, every intention
Ascension, to the noblest of deeds
Selflessness wearing a crown
Not of silver or gold but of servitude
The highest cause
As warriors on horseback we remain, a struggle
Swaying our sword as humility sways
Stricken and cleaved, to finally see
The best of battles
Is within ourselves.

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