Paul
Cassidy Melczak
Mindless shell, awake, asleep
Does the jester ever sleep?
Endless energy, ever speeding
Always having never needing
What has he, brains or brawn?
Or is he merely a simple pawn?
In a mind game of galactic scale
Simple jester will surely fail
Winters grace, missed over he
Springs intelligence he may not be
Summers strength, nowhere near
Falls skill, maybe still here
Dreamers show the future near
Or wraiths, unspeakable invoking fear
Travel to an unknown plan
Escape forever the world's pain
Gamer's skill can instill awe
The likes of which no one ever saw
Masterful quick deadly aim
Get out of the way or you he'll maim