Pride is a nail
A coffin unseen
Hammered moon turned to blood
Patience waiting the obscene
Rusted shovel heavy with dirt
Blindly ready to fill
Penalty is for certain
Pride unwilling to strike a deal
Reap the night’s harvest
Light perfects behind the veil
That which exalts itself soon to be humbled
Brought down under the potter’s field
Darkness has surrounded
Pride unable to attempt
Folly finally surrenders
As mischief pretends to be exempt
Pride as always will fall
Into a hole of anguish and fear
Tearing nails of surrender
Down the wall the blood eagerly smears
Left only trails of violence
An ode to pride’s last breath
Unfaithfully frightened
Tormented treasure chest
Jewels of by gone pardons
Riches that have failed the test
No time for untruthful sorrow
No stolen last-minute regrets
Pride has finally fallen
Trapped in a snare, a self-made ditch
No more last tomorrows
All the days have gone a miss
Pride now claims its victory
Its triumph is sitting alone at the bottom of a pit!