In his solitary study lies a tome

Of secrets, prose and a poem

Wisdom is sought into overdose

A grandiose for the weak and closed.

His life leads everywhere

For when his speech rises do beware

For a 'truth' so divine and rare

Can only be discarded not spared.

Half-intended words

Have the capacity to end worlds.

So read carefully between each line,

Before merciless intelligence ends our time.