Prince Duryodhana (Mahabharata: spoiler alert)

Strangely silent at the end,
Duryodhana reconciling,
where enemy must be a friend
and a family could be rewinding.
 
Let go of childhood,
where vice seems to nest.
And yet now he stood
maturely before his rest.
 
A man's got complexion,
yet pride turns to greed,
when facing rejection;
sheer physical lead.
 
He hated his cousins,
for he felt they stood out.
Childish whims summon
reckless patterns of doubt.
 
He tried to trap them
and burn them in a house;
failing it, a new scheme,
king Yudhisthira surely knows.
 
He tricked him with his father.
Yudhisthira awed the elder ones,
so he gambled all so bothered,
his kingdom, wife and anyone.
 
Even himself he sold out.
Duryodhana, so corrupted,
mocked his cousins out loud,
their wife he obstructed.
 
Almost naked, with a cloth,
mensturating and humiliated,
his servants dragged her forth,
ridiculing her; she was hated.
 
The Pandavi were freed by the elders,
who swore them to follow the jungles.
They humbly meditated in the shelters,
emitting some serious grumbles.
 
Yudhishtira, Bhima and Arjuna,
Nakula and the dear Sahadeva,
their Draupadi would assume a
bloody vengeance as to sever
 
the life of all the offenders,
led by Duryodhana and Shakuni,
his maternal uncle, or the mentor
who rolled the dice as a chop suey.
 
Igniting the ultimate collision,
after the cousins' trial was over,
he tried to prove his mission,
as to beat them 'till a closure.
 
Glorious kings and princes would cheer,
joining either the one, or the other,
even Krishna was Arjuna's charioteer.
But righteous wars knows who to bother.
 
Did Duryodhana stand a chance?
With his grandfather Bhishma,
wiping out Pandavis in his dance,
half of their forces; alas - Krishna.
 
Karna was unknowingly the Sun's son,
at birth disowned by motherly guilt.
actually a Pandavi brother and no one,
Duryodhana's best of pals was killed.
 
Everyone used weapons divine,
ascetically showing superpowers,
everyone protected, God's design,
alas, Karma's a lesson of ours.
 
Is it important who's superior
in physical powers at the end?
Victory indeed could be yours,
but yours to be it's never meant.
 
Duryodhana's dear ones decapitated.
After examples of strategical glory,
after seeming chances demonstrated
in brute force, and now you're sorry.
 
Starting the battle so corrupted,
to be purified until the end.
Silence suddenly erupted;
you were sanctified; transcend!
 
Farewell, devious patterns,
releasing miserable paths.
your soul's what now burns,
bursting in pure aftermath.
 
Indeed, it was a righteous war;
cleared heart, a sense of honor;
an entrance to the surest door,
what a start, rejoice, oh mourner!
 
Duryodhana, I knee by your side...
Your invincible body was crushed...
You stood a chance in this fight.
Your motivation, it was rushed.
 
Vice and deviation lost.
Not your spark that won eternity
in victory amid angelic hosts,
Trimurti's wisdom is paternity...
 
The end is here, happy birthday.
For your death was in bravest of states.
And may it be forever your way...
Virtue and moral 'till the end of days.
 
"Welcome, Duryodhana!!!"
The war's enemies are a family now.
You saw both fractions in Havona...
And who knows what else you saw!