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No longer prodigious,
a god walked alone.
Spurned by the common,
disparaged by the noble,
cherubic in the eyes of the royal,
he Descended.
A pariah, both socially and physically,
With no common to return to,
no noble to return to,
and no royal to return to,
he packed the unwieldy guilt away
And he sequestered himself in silence.
An amicable ghost of red invaded the god’s mental fortress.
Awash with vehement kindness, the god found himself
Able to smile again.
The joy became common,
the bond became noble,
and the time spent together became royal,
as the two,
God and Ghost,
coalesced into stolen moments of bliss.