Location: Shire of Trisel, Trimaris

I am in my late forties, a proud husband, father, and a bard. I am a book pedlar by trade and a bookman by vocation. I am a romantic, a realist, and a Believer. I like a good joke, and a bad one even better. I admire all ladies for the innate beauty that is in each one, but my heart is sworn to the fair and gentle Lady Lorelei, who has consented to share my life and my name.

Monday, December 31, 2012

The Rage of the Annointed

Such a tragedy is the man
Whose presuppositions
Have all proved false
And who cannot cope
With his disillusionment.
Pity him, but fear him as well,
For he cannot live
With his contradictions,
And is liable to strike
Out blindly in his anger,
Preferring the comfort
Of his delusions
To the pain of reassessment.
He does not want to listen to you.
He believes wishing makes it so.
And if he wishes hard enough
He can make the world
In his own image;
Where he is a benevolent lord
Luxuriating in the gratitude
Of those he has enlightened;
Who yield to him the control
He needs to assuage his ego.
Woe to any who forces him to see
The strings and props
Behind the constructs of his reality.
He will not thank you for it,
But will only hate you more
With resort to violence
In the face of reason.
Pity him and fear him,
But do not let him rule you,
Or he will drag you down
In his own destruction.