Without a second thought She casts a shadow— To reign down upon his lot, Still waters; cold and shallow. Struggling in her web he’s caught, Left hanging in the gallows. His heart—all but left to rot, Her perception of him, fallow.
He tilled the fields of thought With acre upon acre of roses. Untying even the toughest knots So loves door never closes. He didn’t care if it were for naught, An intrigue that never dozes, But broke when he missed his shot, A lonely bard in a field of roses.
She did not see him in such grace To look past his imperfection, Nor climbed the wall to see his place Of fervent—lasting affection. In a world of chatter he sat— In eerie prolonged silence, To love but not be loved back, She drowned him in diffidence.
Says the knight to the bard For the knight knows agony When the bard sings his song.
"Are you mad?" asks the lyricist, expression surprised. "Anyone would be joyed to hear their battles become rhyme."
But the knight wasn't happy, for he knew the truth That the painful deaths of many men hid behind the tune. That the failure as a protector would haunt him in song That sleepless nights without father, husband, or son is what he did wrong.
A pessimist others call him, a realist stands true For reality is too harsh to be handled by a fool.