Pride

Shakespearean Sonnet -- 2008

The walls of dignity separate life
Between what is truth and what is too far.
Each side holds a villain, grasping his knife
The urge to be more becomes who they are.
Both halting at nothing to reach the top
Thinking of only themselves, nothing more
What once was controlled will now never stop;
These walls let in nothing but vain-driven gore.
Arrogance burns like a fire with fuel
All of their vigor exerted from hate
Pushing them both to an unwanted duel.
Foes fear not t’other, but how they relate.
They’ll fight, and not notice the sky turning grey
‘Til neither are villains, instead, are prey.