Gobbledygook

I opened the page
And read of a mage
Whose powers were endlessly strong

He killed many beasts
Went to royal feasts
And s’pposedly knew right from wrong

But oft was I struck
By how his good luck
E’er boded ill for all but he

He’d “rescue” a town
Yet hundreds would drown
The carnage there for all to see

“A hero he was!
“Our hero because
“The man killed the treacherous king!”

So many would cry.
(Before they did die)
I know not why for him they’d sing

Yet still he’s cheered on
This storiéd con
I read about once in a book

Some say it’s all fun
To read what he’s done
But I say it’s gobbledygook.

Lost

I sometimes think that I am lost
In folds of time and space
And wond’ring whether I have crossed
Again some friendly face

I find myself gazing toward
The spaces I’ve forgot
The places where my soul has soared
Before this time, this lot

If I remembered them I could
Learn all their lessons wise
Those mem’ries floating like driftwood
Beneath uncharted skies