With every pace of display,
The Lizard allures itself with pride.
Carried away in a selfish vigour,
It sliped and fell into a deep well.
A suicide well executed.
It shook its head not for failure, but the pain.
Lingering pain with no gain.
Sheepishly, it crawled to a comfy corner.
A chunk of pride hard to swallow.
The weight of pride, a heavy price.