Ambition Poem by Reyvrex Questor Reyes

Since decades long ago, one wish unreached,
Still haunts my soul with all tenacity;
I know the Devil has my fences breached,
And might have crept right through my sanity;
The call of pride keeps dinning in my ears,
Like trumpets of approaching cavalries,
My action so deferred to latter years,
Has youth and wasted time as penalties;
But life unsung lays bare before Death's door,
As reckoning recounts of feats achieved,
The annals of the simple and the poor,
Boast not of pages proud to be perceived;
...But then an epitaph with gilded name,
...Has its miasma under smell the same.