Pride’s Fall
Under The Floorboards / 7DS
On a precipice of vanity,
in a castle of conceit,
we demons of Fall
revel in our eternal feat.
Each boast echoes through the halls–
a haunting, bitter rhyme.
A symphony of downfall
played in the key of ego’s decline.
Silhouettes against the hubris,
blinding in the fading light.
We dissect their pretense,
exposing them to the night.
Every step a dance with ruin.
Every glance a fall from grace.
In the heart of Pride’s inferno
they forfeit time and space.
Ego shatters. Truth descends.
A feast upon their pain.
Vanity’s mask disintegrates–
humility’s cleansing rain.
We are the shadows in life’s maze,
lurking in the twisting hall,
guiding the prideful giants
to their inevitable fall.
In the hushed aftermath
where fallen heroes lie in disgrace,
we are the whispers in the wind
haunting the endless space.
We are Pride’s reflection–
a parasite that feeds on pain.
In their suffering we thrive,
masters of this wicked game.