Silverfinger because gold means best, alas test after test- i too, proved untrue, not quite the best for you, just second place-alright I guess. Shiny and bright, metallic and light- sharp around the edges perhaps we need some fences to contain the danger that may lie within this soul sucking silver, first loser, try to stay afloat up the river- no paddle, no boat. No gold, no glory, no time to gloat.
Second best is fine, in everything but love & war. First to be conquered, first to hit the fall, second to be mourned...if mourned at all. Battles change boundaries and cross political lines - I bleed. I hurt, I cry. Is this such a crime?
I tried to be the best because the rest wasn'tworth it. If my whole heart is only worth steel then break off a razor thin sliver and slit me in all the spots that feel perfectly right.
Or at least almost; close- good effort, you could have done better. In fact look at that indeed someone one did! Admire his medallion, never yours to hold
"You were pretty okay, like silver...but he, he is gold"
