Unblemished

like the sun rising and setting as the tide going in and out
they lampoon with familiar fondness stoking the embers of bitterness buoyed by envy bolstered by greed

they disparage with venomous vengeance his nobility
branding his honour in dark colors
daubing his canvas in morbid lines
they cripple his gentility, prattling their tales to puerile minds
they devoured his image

the plot thickens and falters  
for the sun never sets on truth