Envenomed Tongue

I was the strongest warrior and the weakest bystander.

The smartest advisor, the dumbest fool.

The dexterous puppeteer, the lax puppet.

The flame's spark, the flicker's fizzle.

The purest soul, the foulest shell.

Loved by all, cherished by none.

The most complex web, the simplest strand.

The richest noble, the poorest peasant.

Everything, nothing.

Wait... I am nothing.

My grandest deeds and plainest actions? Fabrications, the whole lot of them.

The many vibrant colors of my hair and cloak? Reddish-brown and beige, respectively.

My intentions and ulterior motives? Conjecture.

My very existence? The tiniest fib gone horribly (or was it deliciously?) wrong.

With all these versions of me scattered about, my legacy will be an assured impossibility. Just a few tweaks here and there to the most agreed interpretation, and voila- discord in seconds!

It's only a matter of time before I'm forgotten entirely...