I

I was,
A jockey with no horse,
A lion with no mane,
A fighter with no cause,
The man with no aim.

I am,
A giant with no might,
A gladiator with no glory,
A sun with no light,
The man with no sorry.

I will be,
A king with no knight,
A hunter with no cage,
A day with no night,
The man with no rage.

The Square Root of 3 by Dave Feinberg

I'm sure that I will always be
A lonely number like root three

The three is all that's good and right,
Why must my three keep out of sight
Beneath the vicious square root sign,
I wish instead I were a nine

For nine could thwart this evil trick,
with just some quick arithmetic

I know I'll never see the sun, as 1.7321
Such is my reality, a sad irrationality

When hark! What is this I see,
Another square root of a three

As quietly co-waltzing by,
Together now we multiply
To form a number we prefer,
Rejoicing as an integer

We break free from our mortal bonds
With the wave of magic wands

Our square root signs become unglued
Your love for me has been renewed