Luminary men of power and stature fall.
You never know what lurks behind their closed doors.
They can look quite stellar in the public eye,
But inside a heart can rage turbulent wars.
Appearances seldom reveal complete truths
And consciences can often become too seared
To admit wrong doing and want for change,
While in minds of outsiders, they are revered.
But one’s dark ways seldom triumph forever;
Wrongdoing can’t go on indefinitely;
Temporary victories can turn to ruin
For the ill-gotten spoils eventually,
But the fall from grace is a long, hard way down,
And surprised disrespect and anger follow
With all words and golden promises spoken
Once believed and admired—now ringing hollow.
With light fading fast to darkness like sunset,
True character emerges past seclusion
And the dark side rears its ugly head to reign,
Providing light to what was just illusion.
And now closed doors are open for all to see,
Giving exposure to all—what a surprise
To the people who had the faith, hope and love
As the admired falls from grace in their eyes.
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