The Great Fall

He was tall,

Blonde hair cropped back,

His features god like,

The violin  gave him peace,

He was strong,

But would not  last long,

He fenced,

He flew,

Who would have knew,

This warrior would be brought down,

For it would be the talk of the town,

Trumpets would sound,

Not a soul to be found,

Look all around,

How the people talk,

Easy to be critical,

Easy to be cynical,

When the warrior lies below,

The truth only he could know.