My Pride is Theirs
Slaved to fate. That's all I am.
My master is my brother's mother. My father's former wife.
I am at her command, for Envy saved my death.
I am her Pride, for I was his pride. And that is my name.
I held a different name once. A name that held hope, and pride.
I was looked up to, while being looked down at.
There wasn't, nor is there now, any pride in my height, or lack there of.
That imperfection, that one genetic downside irked me.
But in everything else, I hold pride, or I did.
And it is my pride that shall be used to conquer.
For Pride is a demonic yellow reaper.