Goethe before the fall they say
Men of might that run astray
Of all the ruins to fall away
Pride will tempt them all!
And through the ashes grey I see
Your words, like daggers drawn on me
And having gashed my heart, oh thee!
For pride must tempt them all!
Yet lying in this pool of red
Emotions flying; flying, fled
And seeing truth as it was said
Oh pride will temp them all!