Gaining Through Influence.

Once a soul, pure and untouched,

Longed for success, dreams tightly clutched.

Innocence faded, ambition took hold,

Seeking heights untold, he was bold.

Through charm and cunning, he did rise,

A master of manipulation in disguise.

Whispers of promises, illusions of trust,

He gained his fortune, but at a cost.

For every connection he skillfully made,

A fragment of his soul began to fade.

Friends turned to pawns in his grand game,

Their genuine smiles replaced by empty fame.

The influence he sought became his vice,

A haunting emptiness beneath the guise.

Success tainted by hollow achievement,

Loneliness etched deep, a bitter bereavement.

Oh, the hearts he stepped on to climb the ladder,

Leaving scars that never truly mattered.

He amassed wealth, but lost true worth,

Influence gained, but no love to unearth.

Behind closed doors, he wept in despair,

Yearning for bonds he could no longer repair.

In the midst of power, he stood alone,

His heart, a barren kingdom, overthrown.

For what is wealth and influence gained,

If in the process, one's soul is drained?

A tragic tale of ambition's cruel cost,

Where gaining through influence is sorrow's frost.

So, let this be a cautionary tale,

Of the perils that come with such a trail.

True riches lie not in power or sway,

But in the love and connections we forge each day.