A So-Called Man

He rides his horse above the rest; a king in his own mind He likes to think his wit is best, and thinks the maiden blind But deep inside this so-called man a coward lurks within For this poor man is just a fool, a Jester with a grin He plays his games and thinks he’s won, but surely he has flopped For this poor child is barely grown, and thus his crown has dropped Below his feet it lays to rest, his crown starts to decay For all his power was made up, his façade at play He tried to trick the world outside that surly he was right For his deception worked before on some with clouded sight Although the maiden, strong and wise, has come to see right through She saw the fool, high on his horse, and knew what she should do And so with words like arrows did she pierce inside his chest And now he lays below the ground a fitting place at best With all the others commoners and fools without a cause How fitting is his new found home, for the king he thought he was