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The mossy green lump juts invitingly
An overhanging face of vertical formation
Moist rocks often kissed by hovering clouds
The steep trek is overwhelmingly dangerous

Fearlessly she set out for the daunting climb
A pull that attracts goal-driven people like her
Precariously hanging on its edge is the spur 
The most sought after accolade of excellence

Ascending, she saw the ruthless scramble
The zealously ambitious trampling the weak
The ravenously cold-hearted crushing the strong
The wickedly nefarious slaking their thirst for blood

She saw it all, unscathed, undeterred by the milieus
She even fought to save the others, take them with her
That slowed her down, pulling everyone she can
Saving their necks from the gallows awaiting below

Quenching their thirst with the water she should drink
Feeding their hunger from her lone piece of bread
Treating their wounds despite her bleeding hands
Genuinely exultant that they all reached the summit

In the stillness at the zenith, the view is dazzling 
The whispering wind, willing the tired body to sleep
Yet the cape must be worn, the ruler must be crowned
The frantic scuttle resumed as all dived for the goal

At the cliff’s edge, from the wet grass she slipped 
Catching a protruding rock in time before the smash
Gripped by intense fear, not of losing but of dying
Beneath awaits the jagged valley of certain death

Looking up from the haze, she saw familiar faces
Gazing down at her; the then grateful, now unfeeling
Conspiring to ruin a rival just to reach their dream
The thankless lot twice deceitful than the enemy

Offering to reach seemingly to pull her from safety
Only to let go, fearful to equally perish from her grasp
Turning their pull into shove and into a mocking push
As she hangs for dear life, she realized her worth

She deserve to be alive more than these people
She should preserve herself for her own good
She now understands the world of the brutes
As gravity pulls, she falls, but she floats…
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