Looked up to him
By those he knew
By those he loved
And strangers too
He had an aura
Many loved
But he destroyed it
Betrayed too much
Now he’s gone
Nowhere to be seen
This fallen idol
What could’ve been
If only he’d stayed
True to himself
Maybe then he’d
Have never fell
Posted in: Poetry
Caliburnus Rises 
Posted on Jul 17, 2012
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