by Dirce

Observe that man, that old, old man
Lined and folded, wrinkled skin
Hear the creak of his aged bones
Their strength grown brittle and thin
His hair so white its color's gone
His eyes by cataracts blind
His once-fit body now gone weak
Not to mention his once-sharp mind
He was a man who had it all
Power and money and fame
A lovely wife, a clever son
All the world to serve as his game
But confidence turned cockiness
A choice dictated by greed
Trying to outsmart a trickster
Was a risky thing indeed
Alas for David Xanatos
His mistake this simple truth:
He asked for immortality
But forgot eternal youth