All that glitters is not gold.
Is what the counselor consoled .
To the lad who wished to be bold .
Like the heroes he knew of old.
Finding wonders to behold.
Seeking treasures to withhold.
And to finally fit the mould .
Of a person uncontrolled .
Or, so that’s what he was told .
By the voices that cajoled.
Never once fortold.
Of the events that would unfold.
Of the hunger and the ...
