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The Man

There once was a man
Man of disguise
Lived alone and hid from the world
But lived healthy and wise
One could never call him an extrovert
He didn't have the time to spare
Cynical against the ways of man
Though he knew not the whole gamut, he never did care
He lived in not a house,
But a world all his own
Dwelling in his droll mind
He never felt alone
It was the council's rules he did abhor
He wouldn't conform to decorum
But when at night they sent a knight of truth
He found the warm knight did not bore him
"With what duplicity have you come to deliver?"
His stormy voice refused to abate
"I come to bear a warning, sir
From the very people you hate."
The man smiled at the knight
With an austere grin
"What message have they to offer
But to call my wizardry of the mind a sin?"
"Forgive me, good sir
If your rancor I do not understand
But effigies of you are being burned
All throughout the land."
"You humans are so quick to judge
Tell me, do you care?
Or do you dole your words with hesitation?
Some knight of truth you are to speak lies into the air."
The knight bowed his head in thought
Not knowing what to say
"I warned you not by orders, sir.
I answer to no one, as of yesterday."
The man looked the knight in his solemn eyes
And saw a crystal tear
"There there now young knight,
You needn't any reason to fear.
I am humbled by your candor,
Your erudite and bravery
But you needn't warn me of their rage,
For me, I am already as old as all of history."
The knight made no more comments
And left with a somber nod and a sympathetic smile
As the man lay down for a final rest,
He decided to think for a while
What had he done
To benefit the world all around?
Nothing...absolutely nothing and as apathy kicked in,
He began to hear the nuance of sound
He accepted his inexorable fate
As the people at sunrise rushed to his door
And he found the cold night's truth
Made him want to live much more...
  There once was a man
Man of disguise
He died in vain with no remembered name
Never lived to the fullest and died unsatisfied.

A poem I wrote in English this year for our vocab story thingies we had to do =^ . ^=

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