I must interrupt you
And your daily iambic flow
Read between your own lines
Listen as I go
Hear what I am saying
In your simple rustic rhyme
Written so very clearly
In bright and brilliant type
All that really glitters
Is never truly gold
You may look unread
But your story has been told
History, it repeats itself
Time and time again
Never really showing
If you are an enemy or a friend
I'm accustomed to your evil
As you stab me in the back
Why is it you are so unkind
My, what manners you do lack
I tell you only truth
The story is the same
From the moment you began this tale
You are the only one to blame
Dare I even mention
How carelessly you can write
Adding me to your story
Bringing darkness to my light
I am not your fiction
I am not yours this day
I steal away your pencil
To write myself away
I will change your story
And make it more my own
I will replace all those misdeeds
Giving myself back the throne
