Victory, sounds like a good omen,
Ignifies the Autophile Lornful Woman.
Who urges to be in her own personal world,
Looks after her only eleutheromaniac heart.
Her Athymy puts her into Nullity,
but she's free.
Free of Human Judgement and Common Wisdom ,
Nor does she care about them.
May be she's in Nullity,
Because she enjoys Epicaricacy.
But Victory Is what gives her euphoric serenity.
Putting her raging heart to sleep in tranquility .
She enjoys being the successful winner,
Knowing Only Triumph is Leal.
She lost her viridity ,
In search of eternity.
Now The Arcane knew,
There's no going back to new.
But what she found was gold,
Won by few.
Lost in the woods,
In her own space.
She urges the witches,
To bring her success.
Little did she knew however,
If the holy deprived of her,
She'll find her own filipendulous way afar.
Following the majestic god who had abandoned her forever.
She won.
Absconding from the crowd,
Drapetomaniac onto the woods,
Around the holy heaven to have a look around.
She won !
In Xenization,
She Achieved .
What these popular strangers could not !
