Pride Poem by Stefanie Fontker

Pride



The Sun, Luna,
And the stars
Warped into one
Small pinpoint
And swallowed
By the Minotaur
High on pride
Ruler of life
The prophet-less
The King of
Narcissists
There can never
Be too many
Temples, statues
For glory
Must be rightly
Showcased,
Exploited
Rubbed into faces
And taken fully
Into each orifice

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Allemagne Roßmann 14 August 2011

No glory lasts forever.All glories are one day wonder.All kingdoms no more in reality are mythologies and appear to be concepts of mythology that of narcissists that of Greek and Roman mythologies.Time waits for no one as they are lost in the tides of ocean.New eras come and finish with time.Pride only live in moments to some winners who either continued or are later disabled to live life in the memories of glory, of pride forgotten as rust of iron being welded and reshaped into new ones.Well written and good opinion here.

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