What happens now

 I have achieved my longest-held desire

and scaled the ultimate forbidden wall,

so what remains may blend into the fire.

If I had ever felt no rage or ire

I would already have said unto all:

I have achieved my longest-held desire.

I am no longer one voice in the choir

it is no longer what might make me fall,

so what remains may blend into the fire

adding more light in which to play the lyre 

that I’d abandoned, waiting for the call:

I have achieved my longest-held desire.

At end of journey I cannot go higher

than a small hillock for I am not tall

so what remains may blend into the fire.

I am not yet quite ready to expire

so I declare right now, to one and all,

I have achieved my longest-held desire 

so what remains may blend into the fire.