The Poor Man’s Caesar

A Monarch of all he surveyed, but now a wretched pauper seeking his soul

Majestic robes he found himself ensconced in were now tattered rags wrapped around a ghoul

Muttering to himself he wandered aimlessly as his unprotected soles drew streaks of blood

Oblivious to physical pain and totally deaf to what around him was being said.

“One reaps what one sows” said some crunching their faces in apparent disgust

“He was a good man” opined some, “until consumed by the lure of lust”;

But he himself felt strangely free

Having accepted his Hubris.

(Word Count: 94)

Courtesy of Sammi Cox Weekend Writing Prompt#136

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