I’m the shadow, Of a world that never existed. At least it’s still in my memories. I’m the harbinger of failure, A monument of despair. I’m dying. And I feel no pain. A young man’s joust, This failed prototype must step aside. Lessons for the sons never sired, Learn from this forlorn exemplar. I beseech you Saint Michael! Intercede! Defend them in war! © Nullus 2022