Pride gleams like a golden crown,
But beneath, it weighs the traveler down.
Resentment flows, a bitter stream,
Drowning the remnants of the dream.
Integrity bends to corruption\'s will,
Twisting virtue until it stands still.
In Rationalization\'s mirrored hall,
Reason falters, truth takes it fall.
The Serpent weaves a patient thread,
Virtues twisted, and their lifeblood bled.
Yet the light flickers, its warmth unseen,
Awaiting a soul to intervene.