Fate is a cruel and ironic mistress...

FALL FROM GRACE

There was a time when you stood tall,
Never anticipating your long fall,
A noble pillar of your rank and place,
Yet now you rot in your disgrace.

There was a time when people looked to you,
A shining beacon, yet for the few,
Alligning yourself with your own kind,
Arrogant fool, you were so blind.

There was a time when worshipped was your name,
No end in sight to your twisted fame,
But when you dropped from your cloud,
Laughter there was, deafening in sound.

You were a cornerstone,
Supporting a church composed of other's bones,
Yet godless your altar stood,
With no guiding light, nothing of good.
A frevorent fever dwelled in this place,
Orchestrating your fall from grace,
A lust that drove you into the ground,
Rewards of more you never found.

You never saw the loaded dice,
Which Fate had thrown due to your vice,
You took the gamble, now you pay,
Remember that, each and every day.

You never saw when it was time to stop,
A time to quit, you were at the top,
Where is there to go but far far down,
In your own game you had drowned.

You never saw the irony of the end,
Fate had set your strings to upend,
All this time you were her unknowing tool,
Bask in the grace of that, eternal fool.