In the boardroom's hushed embrace, he schemed, Ambition's fire burned, his conscience gleamed, A choice, a fall from grace, a silent scream.

Regret, a bitter fruit, he cannot peel, His deeds, a shadowed stain, an endless reel, In solitude, he weeps, an ache so real.

Unraveled threads of trust, his soul unwound, No turning back the clock, no higher ground, In darkness, he is bound, forever bound.

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