Hubris

Lucifer may be, the sin of pride.
I must be the one—with pride of twenty,
To lend him pride, outstrip his plenty.
Destiny of his, I could decide.

Meaningless, irrelevant, the morning star.
Truth is: hubris cloaks this soul of mine.
To consume this hubris without a scar—
Might be even for me out of the line.

Burning in hubris is the last resort.
Ambition, now the fire that burns me down.