A Game of Ambition, Part III
The day arrived when his schemes grew too wide,
No rug left to sweep his sins inside;
From court to cottage, the rumours flew,
And whispers sharpened as people knew.
In hurried disguises, he fled each town,
His silk robe traded for tattered brown;
Yet sharp-eyed hunters, swift and keen,
Followed his trail through valleys unseen.
Once hailed as a genius, an icon of skill,
Now he was a man who’d lost his will.
Debt collectors, rivals, the cheated of yore,
Closed in like wolves at a forest’s door.
His fortune lost, his allies few,
Those who’d once praised him all withdrew;
And Ogilvy stood, exposed to the core,
A hollow man, revered no more.
The once-grand schemes he wove so well
Became his undoing, a sordid spell;
For in his lies, he’d buried his way,
And now in truth, he’d dearly pay.
With riches and finery gone at last,
Ogilvy fell from his heights so vast;
A wretched end to his glittering climb,
Caught by the hands of his own doomed crime.