I laid with the lowest of low,
And dined with the high and mighty,
All to find a way to combine.
Nothing held on to the fire I craved ,
Nor did it find a way to survive.
I questioned every step I made,
Then fell to a king with better ideals.
They came in and slaughtered us all,
For I was foolish and thought I was strong.
They opened my eyes and showed me I was the demise.
I had starved my people in paranoia rage,
I had harmed their bodies with acidic rain.
The King was right.
I'm nothing but a monster with rage.
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The Fall of a Man
PoetryA series of poems following the story of a man, who lost it all, and watches from the sidelines as his old life goes on without him.
