Conquest

On a new conquest, I embark 
Travel light 
I found the temple in the dark 
Wet, yet warm 
Beautiful stems 
Curl around my arm 
Deeper I go 
The water does flow 
I feel it in the walls 
I hear all of your calls 
Carrying on, through the dark damp walls 
I found the spot, The spot that has eluded all 
A trophy in the form of a waterfall 
Cascades over me.

This poem is about: 
Me

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