It casts a long shadow (and really it should)
You spent a long time perfecting the
story
Controlling every detail you
possibly could
In an epic indulgence in pride and
glory.
Block by block you built the
pedestal
Your pride mounting with every
stone
Until it became truly monumental
And even surrounded, it stands
alone.
Many labored to erect these stones
Yet there is only name this
monument saves
The other names remain lost and
unknown
This statue marks their struggles
like a grave
With such careful chiseling, the
narrative is well defined
The unmoving stone standing cold
and lifeless
Just like its inspiration became
in time
And yet this stone will always
know best.
Yet a crack is spreading through
the foundation
Belying the rage behind that cold visage
A symptom of the wrongs and
rationalizations
That allowed you to maintain your
mental mirage.
Even the stars seem to surround
this prize
Making it the center of its own
universe.
Yet this glory leads it to its own
demise
Pride is a blessing that becomes a
curse.
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