The Ballad of Akoumman Mahn. Part 3 - The fall of Mahn.

That summer evening of yesteryear,
moonless, and blind, Mahn did fear,
all those choices he had made before,
he learned there were some he regretted less,
and some, he despised a little more.
with his shades of morality aging to black,
he had given up on faith, 'I do not lack
on qualities, there are so many, of my own,
why then should I, the universe condone?'
He spoke to himself more than to me,
I was a mere  mortal, what help could I be!?
coiled and controlling, the serpent in his mind,
had made him believe that serpents were kind!
words of mine were etched on cement,
they fell from my mouth and away they went!
Falling far below Akoumman Mahn could hear,
but Akoumman seemed to have his head on, clear.
He played me a melody, an ancient invocation,
of smiles and tears, a ceremonious recitation!
of majors and minors and notes in time,
an ode to joy, a tune sublime.
He played for himself  to hear, more than for me,
for I was a mere mortal, what would I be able to see!?
'Life is a burden' I heard him say,
'its redundancy should be packed and thrown away!'
'I have done things no other man has done,
won victories that had never been won!'
It was an attempt to convince himself more than to convince me,
after all, I was a mere human, I should have been left on my knees.
'Don't talk to me about order Bog, don't lie to me about the mind.
don't mention the word karma Bog, it makes you seem unkind'
The hatred seeped through the atmosphere and made its way towards me,
I turned and took a step away, to be hateful? I'd rather not be.
'This universe that you believe in, there are no patterns! I don't think its true'
The universe is a mirror, don't you see Mr. Mahn, now it doesn't believe in you.
Mahn disregarded what I had to say,
the fortress in his mind was there to stay.
Mahn, I am a mortal, a mortal I shall be,
but within the limitations of my mortality,
I will always choose to be free.