I won the war within myself,

And pulled from the stone,

A sword sharper than King Arthur's own.

I won the war without a fight,

Not a soul crushed,

Nor ego bruised,

By an unfair compromise.

I won the war with a rose,

Thorned and soft petaled,

Presented to the enemy,

In a bouquet of words.

I won the war,

And I won it fairly,

Without a drug to quell me,

Nor a drink to fire me.