Star-adoring, occupied,
Virtue cannot bend him,
Just to please a poet's pride,
To parade his splendor.

The bard must be with good intent
No more his, but hers,
Throw away his pen and paint,
Kneel with worshipers.

Then, perchance, a sunny ray
From the heaven of fire,
His lost tools may over-pay,
And better his desire.

Along came Pride with arrogance-laced airs,
Boasting and bragging about the family affairs.
Conceit and crow cunning was the smile,
Deny determination to hide the vile.
Egotism soon evolves to enigma...
Fatuously flatters itself to fulfill its stigma.
Up to show Pride's immense grandeur,
It was Haughty to prioritize its superficial hubris..
Important to be it maybe it is also insolent,
A deadly sin it was.