In the shadows of twilight, where the veils of night reside, Lies the tale of a heart, touched by undone foolish pride. Once it stood like granite, unyielding, cold, and high, An edifice of ego, reaching towards the sky.
The winds of time did whisper, secrets soft and low, Warnings of the tempest, and the pride that it would sow. Yet, deafened by its grandeur, the heart refused to hear, Building walls of arrogance, to mask its hidden fear.
Then came the storm, relentless, tearing through the night, A force of nature, wild, with a fury burning bright. It stripped away the layers, exposing all within, The vulnerable core, where true humility begins.
Shattered were the towers, of self-deceptive might, Laid bare in the aftermath, under the moon’s cold light. In the rubble and the ruins, a quiet truth revealed, The strength in soft surrender, where open wounds are healed.
The heart, now touched by wisdom, found in the broken land, The grounding of the spirit, in the touch of nature’s hand. From the depths of its undoing, a new resolve did rise, A humility hard-won, reflected in its eyes.
No longer bound by folly, or the chains of prideful lore, The heart embraced its essence, pure and simple, to the core. In the stillness of the aftermath, where peace and truth collide, A soul reborn in beauty, from undone foolish pride.