Pixelated by fear
Engaged so dear
Frightened with himself
No hand, no help
Enriched by fame
Blessed with the same
Borred with sorrow
No one would follow
Sadness overtook
They did all, but look
Sentenced with Death
The ground, he fed
Trembled and shaken
His soul, taken
End of line
Glory, sublime
By, Mrwn B