The Endgame
Power pelf and prowess that set up realms
Stay but for a contingent while : till overwhelms
The ruling of fate in irony to mock the futility ;
Strides long, and vicious loud laughs of vanity ,
Are lost in the infinite stretch of senile haul ;
Love renown and proud success just dissolve
In the roaring ocean of dismay and chagrin- brawl;
Conquests and coersion which surfeited the ego,
At the slightest win caused the pride to overgrow ,
Are all set to be lost deep down the nadiral low
And the elixir of essential life and existence also
Is mixed up with the harmful venomous potion- flow ;
As the irate , illusive end seems to near and cover,
Things fail and the inevitable destiny closes over.
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