Success through accomplishment.

Thirteen were seated in a heightened peu,
One on a pedestal, balanced by a scale,
Three in classy suits, one versus two,
The End and The Means, neither posted bail.

They could afford no help, they knew no law,
Disections, objections, injections and perfection,
Tried for each and every little flaw,
Undergoing a furious self-cross-section.

The law states that the two shall have death,
Or life without mercy, encaged,
For an act as long as a breath,
Against all justice, the two die enraged.

There is no victory, no cup of grace,
There is no pain, just absence of pleasure,
Behold! The Dawn!
One last sunset.
Sleep.
Slip into slumber.