Come with me, friend
As I speak to your ears
The tale of a companion

What a man
Born into falsehood
Yet, within was the purest of hearts
His soul and mind
Met with the truth
Shut to ignorance
Never to walk that path again

What bravery
Hidden he never was
Filtering his words not
In the face of adversity
They were met with such a look
A face emitting courage

What sense of justice
Void of personal vendettas
Neither for himself, nor his relation
Rather for the people
So beautiful, his name was
The Criterion
Looking at both sides from afar
Never being a part of one...