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William Tingley

I stand in shame, embarrassed, in disgrace
as strangers infiltrate my once strong walls,
now tattered shards.
Alas it seems my days are done,
my folk, my people lost,
just memories of old.
Who am I to blame now, for disrespect and death,
for those uttered words of woe are rolling in the grave,
but now look at me,
plagued by petty fools.
These folk who haunt me now
came forth with looks of please,
cursing me with this re-establishment.
Now I stand alone, bitter for my loss,
it dawns upon me in this moment,
that when my time comes,
I, and my folk of old, will both be reduced to legend.