In the theatre of life
There are heroes and villains
For me the devils were the path
That led me to hell
And the angles were the path
That let me leave
Before growing old
‘Mr Pendragon’
The warrior of will
Locked horns with the law
And outwitted the devil
At every turn
The quiet chaperones
Said he was the best they’d ever seen
And I don’t doubt that’s true
Dropping complex language and logic
Drawing the truth
Out of the chaff
And suggesting we watch the cricket
When the technology failed
He carved up the liars
And turned the words of the poisonous
Against themselves
He spends a quarter of the year
Writing novels in the South of France
And I’m only too happy
That it’s my coin in is his pocket because
When the jury read the verdict
The day was won
My soul was saved
And I owe it all
To my learned friend
Who fought like a wildcat
For the truth to prevail
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