The ecstasy
had taken o'er
I felt no remorse,
nor sorrow sore
Of denying virtue,
that awaits at the door
Wisdom bid goodbye
At once, incandescence died
Nothing before my eye
A pitch black void
I called out to Wisdom,
He was already home
Where the doors were opened
Where he was welcome
My voice went unheard
No heed, no whim
my helpless cries reverbed
In the darkness within
Now look at my misery
my folly came with a cost
I still cry over the agony
Of the Wisdom I denied,
Of the Light I lost.
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