The Setting

Forest old dark and dim,
hold a special place for him.
He is a thinker, and had passion,
fighting and violence - not his fashion.

Long ago proud he was,
a kingdom bright,
the clouds his gauze,
brought down to earth by another's might.

His deeds were played a foul,
even though wise as an owl.

Forgotten now by his kind,
only by few he is recognised,
for he is still king in their eyes.

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