In a hall inundated with works of high art, between monument and slain dragons, queens and saints. On the far-right corner of the room you will find thee on his throne, expecting and foreseeing. Powerful and calm, his stone gaze will meet yours, observing you as much as you- him. His makers creations touch the skies and scatter the earth, his name alone a testimony of gods gifts to man. Yet we must not forget that, with fallacy, we are all the same, peasants’ poets’ kings and knights alike. So a devilish mar he is to bear, Radiant horns to forever wear