Broken

I

The cavalier, finishes his work,

A masterpiece, He thinks,

He shares it with others,

They smile, they agree,

The cavalier nods and Gives away that masterpiece.

II

The waiting, tense and long, breaks,

He receives no note,

His curiosity kills him,

He goes to the Castle.

Alas! His masterpiece,

Regarded by scorn, by the ones,

In the Castle.

III

Now broken, The Cavalier,

Returns, with but only a shadow of his original smile,

He dies, peacefully, Never creating anything anymore.

RIP Daxam Grave, the only literary character that I felt confident enough to show the world, but was met with resentment.