The Great Thief

You’ve stumbled, clueless, through the wood
In hopes to find your muse.
Once caught, you proudly, as you should
Of her then spread the news.

Oh! those majestic golden lights!
The blinding shine of glory!
Ascended to undreamt-of heights,
You ached to tell your story.

Now, as you’re soaring endless skies
A shade below you cast;
It coats the land and there it lies,
Majestic and so vast.

In this grand shadow of your wings
Small insect creatures dwell;
Awakened such, these feeble things
Crawl, curious, from their shell.

These beetles, grazed with your success,
Their wings spread - just like you,
Make much attempts to then impress
All eyes with those limbs, too.

They lay a medal on their chest,
Proud of their mock creation;
So certain that they did it best
With no, at all, foundation.

And though displeased you may become
With this blunt style of honor -
Don’t be appalled - for it does come
When you’re the ultimate donor.

In imitation there is praise,
Though sordid and pathetic;
You are, if you mean crowds amaze -
Outstandingly poetic!