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The Graces Fall:

In halls of dark intrigue and dread,
Where power's lust and blood were fed,
There dwelled a family, bold and feared,
The Borgias, with ambition steered.

Lucrezia, fair with viper's grace,
Innocence veiled in deadly embrace,
Daughter of a Pope, they say,
Her life a tapestry of night and day.

With poison's kiss and dagger's gleam,
She played her part in power's scheme.
"A pawn of lust, a queen of hearts,"
In shadows deep, she played her parts.

Her father, Pope Alexander's name,
A man of greed, of sin, of shame.
"He paves our path with gold and might,"
In the darkness of his papal light.

Her brother, Cesare, fierce and bold,
A warrior's heart, his story told.
"With blood-stained hands and soul as black,"
He carved their legend, never looked back.

Their deeds, they echoed through the halls,
Of poison, murder, castle walls.
"A reign of terror in Italy's land,"
Where power ruled with iron hand.

But fortune's wheel, it turns so fast,
And soon their reign would be surpassed.
"In shadows deep, our downfall lies,"
As enemies rose to seize the prize.

Betrayed by allies, cast aside,
Their power waned, their glory died.
Lucrezia, once so fair and bright,
Now faced the darkness of the night.

Her family torn, their name reviled,
In exile's grip, their fate compiled.
"No longer pawns, but castaways,"
In history's cruel, unyielding maze.

And so they passed into the night,
The Borgias, with their dark delight.
"A cautionary tale of power's sway,"
In Lucrezia's world, where shadows play.