There it was, her Pride on the stand for sale…
Not takers save two- ironically the same ones who'd helped her stand where she stood today,
Both, self absorbed to realize that one had to commence the bargain, while Pride stood there- lone and sheen less, like a wet raven,
They gave her a long rather pitiful look, extending the wait with distance as the only constant,
With a guffaw, the duo decided to look through the aura of Pride moving not an inch to walk toward or away,
Time hung there for long, Pride was giving away to the restlessness of the nothingness coming its way, while the ignorant rulers, soaked themselves into each other like the purpose of sale was just a mockery, perhaps a bait.
Nay, the movement was but the stir of mud beneath our feet, Pride gave up the eternal wait, accepted her fate that there are no buyers after all, that the ones who put her up on that stand are the two, who never understood the meaning of Pride at all.
Pride stands alone, when all falls apart. She can never be for sale, no matter how many times the stand is set and the bargain is made.
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