An Homage to a Battle won: (Uno)

In the beginning, when you felt deceived you hid that from conscious thought.
You allowed yourself to be tricked into pretense and belief that was founded in
malice and in casual disarray. In actuality you struggled through the premature
confines of a relationship, in poor taste, constructed on fantasy and imagination
that seemed to be fantastical and great, but further bounded you from reality, and
held you tightly to the breast of disillusionment.

An homage to a battle won:

It was always who you were.
Reverberating through your soul.
The mountain air and the river's whispering.
There was a time when the earth and
rain joined to feed your being.
The way the clouds would gather in the sky
reminding you that you were powerless to the land.

You were taken from the place of warmth,
and delivered by shaman to the night.
The nebula and protostars swirled around your head
Convincing you of that which wasn't.
It took you, gently, to its realm of soft light,
Where you embraced the darkness.

With time, you became lonely, and asked the stars to
return you to your home.
They were indifferent. Your emotions alone, could not
move the vast universe before you.
With conviction, you stood and turned back, facing
the place you had left.

The water and grass, and the soft sand welcomed you.
Without moving you rested in the meadow, watching the soft
morning fog in it's lavender brilliance sway with the mountains.