It is gargantuan, dwarfs in comparison,

The force of a torrent, the strength of a garrison,

Started fervent from base, up went the base heroine.


Many hath tried to suffice, yet none to home have come,

Yet she hath pined to give rise, to surmount rigid kingdom.


Drenched in sweat, the sign of fervor, with valor enough to savour,

In no regret, no remorse, she stays on course for favour.

Came to finality, through use of what nature gave her,

Knowledge of glory warms her, yet bitter is the flavour. 




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