Whispers
of your name,
I hear from the lips
of shame.
A story, to me they
tell
Of how you the mighty
fell.
At the feet of its
bearer,
You bowed your pride
and aura.
By the lips of
seduction,
Your ears were
tickled.
By means of
induction,
Your ego was
shackled.
How art the mighty
fallen!
For your glory, you cower in mourning.
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