The Big Bad

The Big Bad by Jack A S. Dunce I may be the big bad of my own tale All the while, I had thought I was the lead The gallant hero who will save the frail Out to find the grail, living out a creed All the while, I had thought I was the lead My head filled with those big and lofty dreams Out to find the grail, living out a creed Save the day as my sword in the sun gleams My head filled with those big and lofty dreams But I chose the wrong cup to drink life with Save the day as my sword in the sun gleams My vision darkened as I lost my pith But I chose the wrong cup to drink life with My castle turned out to be made from sand My vision darkened as I lost my pith The sword I wielded was that of the damned My castle turned out to be made from sand The battles that I won were all for naught The sword I wielded was that of the damned I'm a wraith that haunts all with my distraught The battles that I won were all for naught No more the hero who will save the frail I'm a wraith that haunts all with my distraught I may be the big bad of my own tale (c)pgmr 01/01/2024