Intent for the subsequent zenith shined,

Devotion to your hired trust encouragement praised.

I only can obey the score of your love blind,

Worn mask dictating my strayed judgement crazed.

Lurked hindrance beyond conjecture tumbled,

Your exonerated destiny hidden from the blur.

Waned confidence thwarted interlude humbled,

Without the pain like the horse charged by the spur.

Erred sanguine score hurled busied conclusion,

Hoisted upon the languid prize of pride collective.

Stellar alternatives to the dictator’s intrusion

Upon your posthumous profile famed inflective.

            Master, remember the adage of the ages,

            Trust your gut always like the great sages!