Staring into darkness, a useless pursuit known,
Stil thou are giving solace, from the obscure solitude.
There thou are fallen at the threshold of time
Helpless, but the traces of pride still on thy face clear.
There shone once with accolade, but a waste thou never knew!
To be trampled upon with now, never thou liked to be.
But to allow them, tolerate them; thou are destined!
Its His work; no one dares to alter a little!
Heights allured thou life; colours cheered thy spirits a lot,
Those falls of thou-like many delighted thou ever until thou fell!
There thou failed that moment, never knew its inevitable to all,
Here thou hav fallen helplessly, to be entombed by all shortly!
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