The Star Has Fallen

One had been praised and honoured
With his talents unique and high,
But he must finally meets the day
He must throw away the facade.

The gifts and blessings had promised,
His excellence in the tasks of deduce.
He had problems disintegrate to ash,
Riddles with solutions infuse.

Yet confidence has faltered—
Later on the papers unsolved:
With a loud and mournful cry
His will and power turned to naught…

The child has fallen! The child has fallen!
The parents declared and the teachers thought.
He would never rise, he would never return,
Treat the warrior’s greatness as no war was fought!

He had no tear to tell when people said,
His honor was nothing but trash!
While men had teased and sounded regret,
Was his solutions torn and burnt to ash.

The star has shattered to cracked clay,
But days must solve his task.
With twice the might and twice the grit,
Shall he become the knight of his art.