The Fool
                  
There once was a man who was blind to the sun.
He believed it a myth born of fools.
He studied the darkness until he was sure.
That the world would fall to his rule.

He labored in armor of leather and steel.
To guard and protect his domain.
But the walls that he built to be safe from the light.
Became only a prison of pain.

One day he set out under cover of night.
To vanquish the lands of the free.
And he rode in a frenzy of fury and might.
Till he gazed on the face of the sea.

His awe at the grandeur before him.
Left his spirit most shaken with dread.
That this ocean so vast in its power.
Had conquered the world in his stead.

So great was the spell of his wonder.
Unawares he was caught by the dawn.
As the sun poured down golden like honey.
His form like a shodow was gone.

               B.E.