Mortimer Thanatos had a certain brilliance,
For it was not just his riches that made him glow
We laborers admired him; his resilience
Well-dressed and never missing a polite “hello”

An untouchable god he seemed at first
His human side revealed only through rich conversation
To us, it wasn’t him that was cursed,
There were some that thought Mortimer Thanatos was salvation

Forever to be held in high esteem
He deserved respect, though he didn’t demand
His soul was perceived as a radiant beam
Everyone thought: His life must be grand

A resonating crack echoes through town
The calm summer aura, now tinged with scarlet
Endless talent and infinite options
Ended with the touch of one self induced bullet