Its hard to follow along as the main character rises
and falls.
One of such a great story as one would recall.
But what if I told you that,
that wasn't the case at all?
It is a fine conceit greatly misinterpreted.
The fake smiles
the fake laughs.
All untruly blatant lies
never to be noticed as you followed along the lines
It was all a disguise
Could you notice,
or are you surprised?
While the hints of greatness were real
it was all just to hide
The true story
is one of few words
strained by your imagination
into four long stories
And no matter how hard you might try,
you'll never notice that at the end of this tetralogy
You watched him die..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem