frank dimarco :
In shadows cast by vain illusion’s glow,
Vian proclaims he’s king, a mighty show.
Yet beneath the crest, a weasel’s craft,
A fool’s facade—so hollow, so daft.
He struts and preens with empty pride,
Blind to the truth he’s tried to hide.
For in his heart, a hollow shell,
A foolish man, deceived so well.
Oh, Vian, beware the pride you wear,
A fool’s crown is but dust in the air.
True strength lies not in boast or bluster,
But in humility’s gentle muster
2025-08-23 09:01:17