The
Wheel of Pride
Dark as night,
Swinging through the boundary
Dominates, yet it’s weak.
It has no light,
No sight at all,
Yet it travels too far.
Strength built on sham,
Appearing strong at hand,
Could still vanish in time
Even the merchant’s carriage,
Trembles at it sight,
It weighs much a price.
It has no castle,
But can rule,
Once across the boundary.
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