There are those who take great pride
In exhuming another's bad side
To belittle a soul to the lowest low
So this sort travels wherever they go
In an effort to destroy the shield comes down
To expose the unjust, merciless merry-go-round
Lengthy chains to carry regardless of travel
Links to bound souls never to then unravel
A prisoner of self for crimes in multitude
Captured by the inner evil interring good
Though stature may be great and strong
The character must be dragged slowly along
No tailored suit to fit those gossamer wings
Just a hat to cover horned-head of the underlings