It was foretold,
engraved in stone,
bestowed upon,
no choice.
Illuminating prophesy,
so dark decree,
expressive spree,
a heresy.
The writing suffice,
the memoir complete,
a masterpiece under a pseudonym,
everlasting epiphany.
Inspiring guide to few,
appraised control,
a criticized manuscript,
detached and red.
Unplanned facts,
unmarked and out of track,
a mistake they say,
that cost a life,
clear impotence.
Clouded thoughts arise,
no turning back,
a requiem,
stereotyped and dull.
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