Just like the statue in the market square

*They gave me empty vases so that if my fame that,* *Readily approaches from the distant climes like a maze,* *To make my dreams plenty beyond the size and cares,* *Of your empty brains, Sleepless nights I give them still,* *My memory, recalls every tragedy like uncertain fables,* *I tire them with my reading skills as well as my ready dreams,* *with my strange fraternal and mystical charms,* *I remain as hung from their haughty heads and hearts,* *I will curse he who comes from any deep abyss,* *Even from the highest of the sky, nothing, except me, cursed!* *And you who, like a deep shadow with an ephemeral trace,* *Will come in a trance, while I brace myself the frank talk,* *The proud of the crowd with a lighted foot and serene look,* *Like stupid mortals in brainless soothe judged myself bitter,* *But like the statue in the market square, my bright eyes looked,* *On straight, my strong head held higher, yet they shiver* *at the brazen form, strangely there on my forehead.* Sincerely @izge .