Ubris Affected, Infected, Respected And Projected Poem by John Sensele

The scent of ascent
To dizzying heights sometimes impelled dark nights
To invade spaces and faces that sent
Shivers and quivers that brought down knights

Drunk on ubris
Expecting fame
Catalyzing a crisis
Drowning in shame

From which no escape route
Drew nigh the harder knights beat chests
When the glint from their boot
Failed tests

Reliability and validity in human warmth
Couched in solemn language
Dwelt not in vintage cloth
That couldn't and wouldn't conceal the seepage

Emptiness in cold hearts
Wept
In radical ramparts
Kept

Multiplying in moves so inept
Peasants and passersby
So adept
Perceived as dry

Manifestations of lost souls
Without an agenda of sympathy and empathy
Whose gregarious goals
Suffered irreparable atrophy

Cos knights reforms they repelled
Advice for improvement they rejected
Friendly folks from vicinity they expelled
Until ubris pushed to limits of insanity knights affected, infected, respected and projected.