I
Belittle the Champion
and make him suffer the weight
of his glory. So heavy
it has its own gravitational pull,
sink hole,
black hole,
you’re coming down with me.
II
Break the Hero
and turn him into a villain.
Accept the gift of this necessary evil,
now kneel so I can knight you.
Here stands before me
a villain
made from the pieces
stuck together
with wet clay and mud.
III
Banish the King
to the sow, sickle and seed,
where the crowns that grow
are made of thorn and vine.
Sit on this stump
it is your throne,
wield this stick,
it is your scepter,
and over none
you may have dominion