She placed me on a pedestal
"wonderful" I heard her say so
then she removed a mote from my sleeve
and gently straightened my halo

adoration lit her eyes
as the spotlight lit her hero
a huge burden hit my soul
such as must have hit Nero

pretense is fine for would be knights
burnished in their gold
‘till the muses play the heart strings
and conscience takes a hold

for human only am I
frail with darkness and light
silver shining in her eyes
yet grey in my own sight