Nameless one

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.

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