All he could say was what he saw
Alone when he objectified himself
When he could take a striking overview
Of his life and stand in judgement of it
Among a rank of grimacing angels
Who had warned him not to go there
That the beauty and the evil of the world
Would overwhelm and tame him
Though he pleaded there was no other way
And in the end they had to let him go
Assisting from the sidelines
Crying over advice not taken
Sighing over the hard result
As when his heart was stolen
Just as they foretold it would
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