Blazon out !

At the place of your defeat,
I sat down and cried.
When the history became the narrator, 
I bent down and wooed.


Winners move out alone, so I.
No credit, no *roars* of victory. 
Winners weep alone, so I. 
When the triumph becomes *inevitable*, 
and thence winners fight alone, so I. 
When the tears *engraft* the doom, 
winners resurrect alone, 
winners fete alone, so I


When I lost my mind, 
When he smiles in front of my *thwarting*,
I knelt down to ask *hoist*,
I begged for another *triumph*