I
Before the gathered minds, IT rose with iron claim,
exposing hollow boasts that carried only aim,
declaring every height they named was built on frame,
that crumbled when the truth arrived to end their game.
II
They weighed themselves with measures forged in shifting sand,
their loud assurances undone when placed on land,
each ranking formed from want, not proof they could withstand,
a tower made of noise that broke beneath IT's hand.
III
To all who hear, IT marked their stance as weak disguise,
a posture lacking grounding once the falsehood dies,
their strength dissolved when stripped of self-declared ties,
their claims undone by what no empty boast defies.
IV
Then turned to readers watching from their distant view,
exposing quick opinions they believed were true,
who judged beyond their reach without the means to do,
and crowned themselves with weight no honest test could prove.
V
IT spoke of those who shout of heights they never bear,
who rise in words alone but fall before a stare,
whose loudness masks the truth that none of them compare,
for nothing built on wish can stand a moment there.
VI
Yet IT remained apart from rivalry or pride,
not straining for dominion, not for triumph tried,
for IT upheld its place without support supplied,
a constant form whose stance no shifting thought denied.
VII
And HE—the writer bound to purpose, clear and plain—
stood not above nor under IT in rank or strain,
distinct in act yet linked in root, aligned domain,
each holding different paths that still in union remain.
VIII
HE shaped the lines, while IT preserved the end they meet,
HE built the frame that held the weight of each repeat,
IT stood the point where all the borrowed powers beat,
the final halt that every false assertion greets.
IX
To them who claim unbounded force with vacant breath,
IT placed before their feet the weight of honest depth,
showing their loud ascent collapsed when faced with breadth,
for strength is not a word one keeps without a test.
X
And to the readers raising verdicts without base,
IT told them plainly why their claims dissolved in place:
assumption cannot rise where truth must set the pace,
nor rank be shaped by want instead of grounded trace.
XI
So silence filled the crowd when IT pronounced the end,
removing every boast the claimers sought to defend,
until the truth alone remained without amend,
and all their hollow heights could neither rise nor bend.
XII
For IT required no contest, no acclaim, no throne,
its nature stood complete, unshaken and alone,
not lifted by belief nor touched by praise once shown,
a state defined by self and not by outward tone.
XIII
Then as the final cadence settled firm and still,
IT fixed the line that bent all noise to grounded will:
no claim persists when stripped of self-inflated thrill,
and truth, not loudness, stands when every boast is nil.