Spirit withheld by pride
to please others, to represent
allegorically lost, commited regicide
Despair at my forgotten descent.
A crashing fall did cement my infamy
the fleeting message warped and twisted
Best intentions presented to humanity
Interpreted as soil and minds blighted
For a time I rose into fashion
Frowned upon, stigmatised by the masses
a child’s plaything, a cry of passion
My true image lost to all but few classes
Let it be known that still my virtue
runs strong and I remain humble
In a changing world I stand as a statue
awaiting a soul in which to gamble.