Moonchild25 Winning Entry

Behind us 5 years of war and victory spread,
Gliding our paths ever upwards,
To things of glory and greatness,
Beyond our previous, gemlike dreams.

Every Mistican here has lead,
To this one empirical moment,
Every breath, every step,
We took together, it seems.

Eyes upward, hearts beating,
No znake, no nigthmare,
Not even Volcan, or Pandora,
Can sway our hungered attention.

The call comes across the wind,
And our faces turn to the relief it cast,
To raise our ever defiant hands,
To celebrate.