This villain Jack, to clutch a grudge,
Would ossify his hands,
Philosophize demands, then preach,
"We're authored by commands."
Obsession's grip can only budge
When everything it stole
Disintegrates to role of thing
That's powdered, bashed from whole.
Once Jack can't strangle story, then
A narrator might find
Environment defined by loss,
All reverence gone, confined.
The villain's guilt will wilt again,
Transmogrify to rage,
And principles won't cage that fit,
The cycle thrives with age.