Saint Dane
A man once as honorable as a knight,
Once as clever as a strategist.
But, he franticly forged the fable that only he was right,
And like an activist, he would resist
All the rules which he oppressed.
On the outside, he is cold as steel,
Some would even say obsessed,
With the wish of crushing others under heel.
On the inside, he weeps for his bleakness.
Called a morbidly merciless monster;
But he has never been heartless,
His heart is a pearl, like an oyster.
Saint Dane thinks no longer of his inside feelings,
Causing misery, melancholy and unmaskings.