I saw a man upon the ground,
his cry for help, a trembling sound.
I stopped my horse, I came to aid, a mercy given, unafraid.
But swift he rose
a cunning art,
he leapt and rode off with my heart.
My horse beneath him disappeared,
and I just stood there
dust and beard.
I called, “Wait!
I want no fight,
keep the beast and take your flight.
But please,
for goodness’ sake,
do not say,
that I was fooled this holy day.”
And so the tale was softly spun,
how kindness died beneath the sun.
For hearts grew wary,
eyes grew cold
when goodness learned
it must not be told.
Nov 4, 2025
Nov 4, 2025 at 11:02 PM UTC
I saw a man upon the ground,
his cry for help, a trembling sound.
I stopped my horse, I came to aid, a mercy given, unafraid.
But swift he rose
a cunning art,
he leapt and rode off with my heart.
My horse beneath him disappeared,
and I just stood there
dust and beard.
I called, “Wait!
I want no fight,
keep the beast and take your flight.
But please,
for goodness’ sake,
do not say,
that I was fooled this holy day.”
And so the tale was softly spun,
how kindness died beneath the sun.
For hearts grew wary,
eyes grew cold
when goodness learned
it must not be told.
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