Ascended,
befriended –
with darkness and pain.
Becoming one
that feels
no shame.
Always thinking
of their own
personal gain.
The ascended one
never has fun,
for it’s soul is black
and their mind
is cracked.
They lack the tact
to enact on their pact.
Never kept their promise
and from the council
were sacked.

(a poem that ties to “Sselecaf the Grand – Chapter 1“)