I bent
The rules
Because
Of an emergency
Who knew
My hidden followers
Would emerge
And see
The emerging seas
And have faith
My staff
Would break
The flood

Then take
My shortcuts
Emulate
And shortcome
And drown
In fate

I am
Far from great

The average joe
Dressed
In a multi-colored cloak
Spent days
In the Lion’s Den
Growls
Rang load
Above grounds
The sounds
Played silently
In the ears
Of the proud
Fool
Too foolish
To be afraid
Another
Risk-taken
They’ve mistaken
My leap of faith
For suicide
I’d die
For my cause
But now’s
Not the time