O Tragic Flaw, companion of the soul,
You dwell within where virtue seeks its height;
A hidden spark that bends what once was whole,
And casts a shadow on the noblest light.
You stir the heart to pride, to fear, to fire,
To choices made in moments unforeseen;
Yet in your weight there lies both bane and pyre,
For through your touch the depth of man is seen.
Not mere defect, but mirror of desire,
A testament to what we dare to claim;
You show how greatness dances with the fire,
And brilliance falters, yet reveals its flame.
O Tragic Flaw, we honor, mourn, and learn,
From every fall, a higher truth discern;
For in your grip, the human spirit shows
Its strength, its folly, and the path it knows.
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