He was vanquished by his own wish.
Eluded badly from his only prize,
Which was his prior choice,
A noble man was low today.
Sadly, no one cared.
Volition he made,
Abstracted his,
Nature,
Quilted his,
Unprecedented life,
In different textures.
Sadly, no one cared.
He was old,
Enough to handle,
Depression.
Because all these,
Years that passed by,
Had,
Inculcated a sense of,
Self,
Orchastration,
Within his so called,
Nebulous heart which got over-
Written, anyway,
Into a new transcript, on his journey
So far and the reason is pretty clear.
He was vanquished by his own wish.
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