Little Fool

Oh, Little Fool,

you scowl at me

beneath the shadow of your hood

voice traced

with bitter hatred

and foul words

Thus, I don’t look you in the face

instead turning my attention

to my own reflection

distorted in your shield

Notice, Little Fool,

my weapon in hand

scarred by use

scarred by sword

scarred, like me

sharpened and swayed

And think of this,

when you claim to me

that I’m weak.

I can fight, can’t I?

Listen, Little Fool,

as the water gently waves

slipping against the shore

gleaming brightened blue

a peaceful, inviting hue

and yet at this, you grimace

“This serenity is a bore,”

you mumbled to me

and I found myself

concerned for your being

See, Little Fool,

the gates of the colosseum

towering far above you

your eyes full of stars

finally seeming happy

finally seeming hopeful

That look in your eyes

worried me greatly

not that you'd harm me,

but that you'd get harmed

Know, Little Fool,

that i pray these words

have reached you somehow

as i kneel before you

your body crumpled

weak and cracked

face still in fear

"I'll crush them all,"

that's what you told me

so why did it all end

like this?