Himderella

Who be that one that sits alone

in corner vacant chair

the bullied chap with unkempt clothes

that all be unaware

Abandoned lonely sits he there

with quiet self to speak

for none doth take the time with him

or hearken his mystique

And lest they see his lonesome heart

that cries from deep within

his shielded path kept far away

disguised and masked by him

No one doth reach attempt to save

his broken single soul

for all care less this broken lad

who functions as a mole

And likened much this wretched gent

as Himderella's fame

yet serves he all with humbled head

though none doth know his name