This is my entry to poetic-surge contest by @tony-duke and @ajremy
"Victory"
The eye eats the crispy note and bleeds blood
Victory is a trophy from a bloodless battle
When the heart has a scar, we birth a lord
Let's live as calm as though the rattle
Victory is the treasure who lives in the mind
As we dust the thick earth and watch countless time
This is the enemy that keeps us blind
Like the sweet scented Sapodilla in her prime
Is it not he who old and young seek?
Am I not as ancient as Greek?
Victory is a wingless bird that soars
This tender shoot of mine is strong as a boar
Original poem by @eliasjay