The Remnants of Victory

There's more to victory than one thinks they know

There was finally a reason

 A method to his madness

He stepped onto the grandly lit stage, and took his place behind the podium...

His podium

With moderate hellos, swift nods, and glances at the eyes looking back;

He took a breath, and even thought to step down...

There was more though--

There definitely was more

This was his chance to even out the score

For years, the ones that trailed his victory,

He once lived in what seemed to be a long lost memory

There he sat before peers, and "friends"

Thinking, "When will this ever end?"

Because quick glances 

and moderate hellos;

Once meant that he was as subtle as his shadow.

To them he was mad, one lost in his craze

To him, put simply;

His mind?

They'd get lost-- for it was a maze.

But he vowed and they would see

He'd taste victory, regardless of how sweet...

He came back, blinked, and looked below

beside the spotlight 

was his shadow

Reviews

[DrD]

You have excellent mechanics and word selection. I wondered, however, if you didn't mean that he "took a breath" instead of "breathe." Beyond that minor thing, you constructed this well and I congratulate you.

[Brenda Alicia]

Ahh yes! Thank you for catching for me!

[Brenda Alicia]

catching that* (excuse me, I just woke up)