🌹 "Ashes of Ambition"🌹
In gilded halls where whispers bloom,
And pride becomes its gilded tomb,
A man may rise by cunning art,
Yet fall by the hunger of his heart.
For crowns of greed will never stay,
They melt like gold in light of day.
Beware the fool whose eyes deceive—
For what he builds, he shall not leave.
The rise of a foolish man, it's told,
Is but the preface to his fall of gold.
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He stood like a carved figure of authority, clothed in a finely tailored black suit that seemed to drink in the light. His raven-dark hair spilled in soft disarray across his pale forehead, casting faint shadows over eyes as cold and fathomless as midnight itself.
Those who dared to meet Horace Donovan's gaze found nothing there—no warmth, no mercy—only the calculating emptiness of a man who had seen too much and lost too many.
