Arrogance

A few words on that which I was and am, hopefully, not anymore. Written in heroic couplets.

Atop a steep mount, there he stands:

a man whose time is not of sand.

No hourglass counts his fate sublime;

his steady thoughts a steady chime.

No limit to the awesome deeds

he will accomplish while he feeds

an appetite for his own fame.

But ho, beware, because no dame

can touch his icy, feeble heart

or his mind, shattered in ten parts

all frozen with their icy rifts;

no joining point, though they don't shift

in place, after all, where to go?

The man's bound feet make him cold-slow

not bound by chain or weapon's slice

but by his own cold fear in ice.

He will not move, but only stand,

his future frozen in thin strands.

Author's Note

Reviews/criticism always welcome :]

Reviews

[Lovely Lady]

Deep and moving.... frozen by fear and the it's grip....

[Dave Azill]

I like this a lot, it cuts deep

[Greg Skura]

Yes our arrogance can leave us frozen in time! I enjoyed this poem! Well Done!