Can some one write a 3 stanza poem about ambition for me?​

Coral life forms in copious swarms

feast in the Cambrian chyme,

dividing their cells and forming their shells

to end on the seafloor as lime.

Tectonic churning and magma upturning

renders marble whiter than bone.

The marble is mined, but the cutters are blind

to the angel confined in the stone.

A young sculptor arose, with a bend in his nose

and a transcendent creative spark,

charged with ambition to fulfill a commission,

an angel for St. Dominic's Ark.

An artist sublime who will live for all time,

his genius is to see things not shown.

For an angel to achieve he first has to perceive

its splendor enclosed in the stone.

At dawning's first glow he surveys the tableau

of the blocks the stone cutters supplied.

In some he sees dreams of potential themes,

but only one holds an angel inside.

“A beautiful thing never gives so much pain

as does failing to hear it and see it.”

The block that he chose was rejected by those

who then lied and claimed to foresee it.

With talent and skill he falls to with a will,

surrounded by rubble and relic.

His method you see, for the angel to free

is to remove all the bits not angelic.

Michelangelo’s art for all time stands apart

but there's something further to heed.

For there's a bit more to the fine metaphor

in the tale of the angel he freed.

“A beautiful thing never gives so much pain

as does failing to hear it and see it.”

For in all our insides a bright angel abides

and is just waiting for something to free it:

to remove all the parts which harden our hearts,

to chip out the darkness and pride,

to smooth the rough patches, to polish the scratches

and unshackle the angel inside

Explanation:

c (: when ulrich considers throwing georg the flask

the words "slavery," "devils," and "murderer" evoke a sense of disgust.