"The Final Act"
Black robes gather.
The opponent blathers.
This is how it ends.
Not with a bang or a whimper.
With fists raised and joyous laughter.
The threat retreats from hallowed seas.
Plants escape a killing bee.
A calm ascends upon the isles.
Hope returns to a wise man's wry smile.
For those who stood and held nothing back.
This will not be your final act.