Alas, alas there came a sigh
Barely heard above the wind that night.
Ceaseless thoughts of pandemonium
Devoured the ancient sage’s mind who whispered:
“Ergo, I’m doomed it would seem,
Featureless to become, forgotten!
Good Gad! What a tawdry end –
Honoured once, but now forsaken!”
Ill treated by his King, this well-love sage,
Judged to be the wisest of all men
Knelt before his doom, under the axe
Laid upon his wizened neck.
Many a tear fell in the square that day, yet,
No one dared to take up his cause …
Odious is the lack of courage – ’tis
Prince among the pavid heartless masses.
Quake now people numbered are your days
Recall that moment, for now, you fall with your sage!
Slain because he took up your cause …
Thwarted by a king’s vanity and a people’s trepidation.
Under the grey November skies of his
Xenophobic country he died
Yielding his soul with this last phrase:
“Zounds but this steel is bloody cold!”
© G.s.k. ‘15