An Ode to the Victor, By the Losing Candidate
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Hail to you, fair keeper of the flame,
Who rose aloft where shadows lingered low,
A voice that dared to speak the world’s own name,
And carve a path where newer winds would blow.
You wear the crown of battle, fierce and true,
With dreams not silenced by the scorn or sword;
My steps have faltered, but I honor you,
Your steadfast gaze, a proud and bold accord.
The stage is yours—beyond this long campaign,
Your eyes see far, your heart beats in our pulse;
I bow before your vision’s unbound reign,
While wisdom finds its wings in grace convulsed.
Let each bright word you wield become a star
To light the skies where our tomorrows start,
And may you hold us strong, yet from afar,
As fierce a friend as you are yet apart.
I give my voice, my promise, and my heart,
For she who won by power, truth, and art.