Eternal yet short sighted
Blind and seeking their next mark
All they embrace is blighted
Cursed to perpetual dark
Floating through them like a dream
A light surrounded by murk
They sustain their plots and schemes
Building an illusive bulwark
Believing themselves all kings
Controlling a realm of gloom
Heedless of what the gleam brings
Ignorant of their own doom
OC Note: This is in the little notebook Reginald always carries on his person.
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