From a castle to a dark room.

Crumbs became my settlement.

The keys I held now chain me.

I prayed for blindness; that’d have been fair enough.

The days of wining and dining had died.

Debts filled my desk; settling was a nightmare.

An island was better.

No living thing identified with me.

My subjects struck me.

Then, the world prostrated at my feet.

Now, I am next to nothing.

Riches became a mystery.

Every hard cash I possessed was possessed.

No need for cards.

This sucked.

Could I see the light? No.

I prayed again for blindness; it made no statement.

Seeing the light was just another dream.

The ghost must have possessed me before the end of my sentence.

Had I known; I’d have been content with little.

Had I known; I’d have set things right with my fellows.

The same ladder I ascended, brought me down.

Now, I am such a shame.

Serve with humility and diligence. For every wage, be content. Avarice will only ruin you.