The Fool
HE WAS HER KNIGHT IN SHINING ARMOUR
BUT HE COMMITTED THE ETERNAL SIN
HIS ARMOUR WAS NOW SO TARNISHED
HE WAS, THE ENEMY WITHIN.
IN THE BEGINNING IT WAS SO CLEAR
HIS ACTIONS HAD MADE HER SMILE
HE HAD TAKEN HER BY THE HAND
LIKE A FATHER WITH HIS CHILD
IN TIME HER HAND GREW STRONGER
BUT HIS STRENGTH IT SEEMED TO FADE
NOW SHE WAS THERE TO PROTECT HIM
FROM THE DEMONS THAT HE MADE
SHE BUILT A HOME OF STONE
OF WHICH HE DID BELONG
HE SEEMED INTENT TO PULL IT DOWN
HIS EMPIRE WOULD BE GONE
SO NOW HE HAS TO WORK IT OUT
HE’ S GOT TO LEARN TO BEND
NOT ONLY WILL HE LOSE HIS FAMILY
BUT ALSO HIS BEST FRIEND
IN HIS HEART HE’ S STILL A HERO
THE SITUATIONS NOW SO GRAVE
BECAUSE WHAT USE IS A HERO
WHEN THERE'S NO-ONE LEFT TO SAVE
Copyright © Neil Andrew Hornby | Year Posted 2016
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