Pride cometh...

Proud, regal
the queen stands
Elevated magnificence
Gloriously suspended
above the mundane
Frosty gaze warming
Her sycophants gather
Exultation and exuberance
Sung forth in joyous glory
But cold is the throne
Freezing a capricious heart
Locked in ignorance
Hidden in fear
It withers

Withering
Love dies
Locked away
Greedily withheld
A meritous gift
Granted only those
Pleasing her majesty best
Though false is the façade
Of urbane civility and
Logical reasoning
Grasped so firmly
In shaking hands
The mortal behind
Quails
In the face of truth

Dusky beggars
Cast aside in disgust
Disregarded empty husks
Humanity’s refuse
Slowly they rise
Humped shoulders straightening
Vile excrement burned away
As holy light
Emanates forth.
Guardian angel
Eyes black with eternity
Hidden from those
Blinded by Life
Turns away