Lo, there lived a great one
Whose kingdom stood tall
On brittle bashed bones
Remains of the peons near
Their feelings mattered not
And their breath lesser still
For they inhabited a dominion
That solely kept a tyrant there
His pride was his own, alone
Reviewed by him only let so
That judgment held severe
To distance the meager self
From his lofty, ornate throne
Down the marble white steps
His thinly clad made crown
Fell clanking down upon it
Such a long distance to fall
Clattering upon stone loudly
Telling of a poor quality too
Lacking purity and rarity so
So easily toppled to ruin
Images believed, but erred
Fantasies of fanatics given
Lies made to be truths, lo
A crown worn so bartered
And earned an ass's ears
That bells would warn others
A fool delegated draws near
Lo, there lived a great one
Whose kingdom stood tall
Dethroned by life's consequence
In the depths of despair