Malicious Glory

When vivacity begins to gloom,

Proving my existence, I bring in doom.

I rejoice at the anarchy I gift the populace,

To comply to my might, or to my beauty - a menace.

And yes indeed I foster felony.

With a little more guilt, I'm a little more airy.

Under my clutches, even Liberty begs for herself.

In my presence, even immortality refuses to delve.

But just then do I feel the air of a force.

It tries to seduce me, it tries to coax.

A triumph never smooth, Alas, Fate plays a game.

Not magic, but upon the magician rides the blame.

Now you do muse that you deprive me of my glory.

That I'll soon cease to endure as I drown in my fury.

I find my solace in your failure to see.

That even a star like you, is me without me.