Yours will be a story of crashing fall.
From the man of a lifetime to a whimpering puppy.
From a tragic Quixote to a piteous fool.
From a Magus of hypnotic powers to a cliché-parroting preacher.
None of the things that made me love you were left standing in your fall.
None of the men who have failed, has done so so wretchedly.
The dream is being sent to the recycling site.
I must only keep the love I found I can give. I must keep the find.