24 May 2012
Oh how the mighty have fallen.
Sat up on their lofty perch,
Casting judgement on those they saw below.
Forgetting how they got there,
Ignoring those who helped.
The view from on high was addictive.
When they got to the top of the tree, they wanted more.
And making that final jump is always dangerous.
They fell hard,
They lost more than they could ever gain.
Fallen from grace.
Demons long forgotten, waiting to greet those who previously escaped.
The path to the top is now blocked,
Goodwill removed,
Integrity banished.
Doomed to a life of questions and regret.
Fallen From Grace • Opuss № I