A Living Ignominy
I live with an ignominy deep down to the core
My sails were aloft but never brought to shore
With grief & remorse I commence a tale untold
As the inclement storms will only manically unfold
A leader of veterans I forged through barriers
As a messiah amongst a legion of warriors
Surging, yet again, against the will of my men
I braved the storm at near full strength
Imbued with pride, instilled with an obsession
My zeal for glory vindicated all transgression
The battle that pursued was but a prelude to disaster
An adversary, not even the greatest could master
So it finally happened, and it mattered no more
The enemy neutralized, the balance restored
All that remained was a carnival of death
Struggling to be complete to its very last breath
None, then, was spared save the lonesome I
Oh! What a pity the killer wouldn’t die
My struggle it appeared would be a mournful drudgery
As I would merely be living my share of the misery
The melancholic waves, underlining their worth
Preserved a fair distance between misery and mirth
Having abandoned, so cruelly, my treasury of successes
I dwell in the dungeons of self-imposed recesses
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