Failure: look straight into its eyes;
Inhale its scent so pungent, sick and stale;
Move on and try again: head for the skies,
With all endeavour we must sometimes fail.
The weak abandon hope when first refused,
The faint of heart will never try at all;
The arrogant will feel as if abused,
The hopeless will anticipate the fall.
While in the depths look upward to the heights,
Let them seduce, entice, draw you away
From that mired hell, to heaven and beyond;
The darkness bows in fear before the brilliant day.