The World Famous Perfectionist
He is a perfectionist
His list of skills flows like water,
His list of accomplishments are sure to impress.
Wars won, enemies slain, cities sieged
He is the scourge of his opposition
He is the reaper who no one escapes.
Yet his one weakness is the center of attention
Yet his one vice shines through
Instead of reflecting on his wins
Instead of having his pride
He lies in pain blind to his victories
He lies in pain reminded of his loss
He is a perfectionist
He could don his armor, buffed and bright, showing his strength
He could don his sword, glistening and glowing, showing his skill
But he rests naked, gripping his accursed assailant, an arrow
He could be standing, tall and tough, proud and valiant
He could be moving, leaping and lunging, striking and slicing
But he is lying, beaten and broken, reeking of defeat
He could look into your soul, with a steaming stare, striking fear in your heart
He could be looking in front of him, bright and beaming, waiting for his next victim
But he is looking up, exhausted and drained, begging to the Gods for help.
He could be shown as a hero
He could be shown as a legend
But he is shown as a failure
He is a man whose one weakness defines him
He is a perfectionist
