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
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