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.