When the bell toll,
She knew her time was up,
She had aimed for the cup,
Toiled by day, tempered by night,
But, rivalry had gnashed her,
Chivalry had fled her like a timid mouse,
Her external battles were brutal,
The internal wars were lethal,
Abated, Berated, Deracinated,
She inhaled the poison of jealousy,
Her breath migrated to freedom without treason,
The mindless many accepted,
They didn't plead for any reason,
The meddlesome few researched,
Untill they were the victims of time's season.
This, my compadre, is the story of cherubs,
Desiring to be warriors,
In bedlam.
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