The Castle of the Cunning Mind

Whoever scaled the castle walls
Must first have singly crossed the moat,
If not by boat
Then shallow must
The trench have been —
Bled dry and fine and mossed up green;
Which otherwise an honored guest
Winds up discarded, knife in chest,
For simply wandering astray
From the proposed way.
Noble would lower down the bridge
(And any duly labeled thing),
Except for who deems himself King
For strength of steel;
And who conceals
The inability to feel
But curiosity for death;
Who crowns with the carnation wreath
The fearless wanderer,
At such,
And anyone who dares to touch
And shake with just the slightest draft
His outer shell of skillful craft.
For those who merely see the scene
And not the lights, the crew, the seams
Such unrelentingness may seem
Plainly obscene.
But those are ones the first to fall —
Who’s puzzle’s miserably small
And has all pieces firmly fit
Into their designated place;
And such the case
That of the greater minds
They do not understand the chase.
Yourself you wondering must find:
Wherefore the cunning mind decides
And turns it’s omnipotent eyes
With sharpness that cuts air from lungs
To human kind? —
So that unsung
Remain the ballads of the slayed,
Which controversially portrayed
The hero’s mind
As most unkind
And in its genius confined
To sorting lesser minds like prey.
Say it were you who found the way
Through labyrinths of his grim thoughts,
Which missing puzzle pieces blot
With demigodly powerlust, —
Say it were you who cracked the crust
And dug yourself into his core,
Oh, do you think he’d kneel before
Yourself and selflessly display
His darkest deeds like cursed jewels?
If so, then you must be a fool!
But so as not to speculate
Or, worse yet, diligently wait,
Allow for me to demonstrate:
The cunning mind may first parade
You vainly through his halls of fame,
But after, imminently so,
To clear his ever-worthy name
He’ll have to never let you go.
For this the castle of the cunning mind
Shall stand unmoved ‘till death of time.