the fall has been great

as great was his fame

so was his fall

filled with shame

a stain that would remain

clouding all that remained

an unhealed everpresent scar

that would never be too far

a space to be filled

maybe with gold

it just made him cold

and despise company

the self hate you don’t see

the blame and the disbelief

that the fall

was so great

he must wrestle with his fate

or fade like the day