The Raven King emerges from beneath
His cover. He is tall and proud, but he
Is little more than a boy. He may seethe
And punish, but he drifts blindly at sea.
The black cloak that surrounds him has fallen;
It is little more than a tattered heap.
He floats grotesquely, like something rotten —
Oh, the lost boy, sinking into the deep.
His tarnished armor drags him down the stream.
The orange rust collects by his body.
As he thrashes in the water, a scream
Is heard: "I will always be somebody!"
He is not their master. He never was.
As he chokes back sobs, he hears their applause.