[dynoman]

"But who will remember the pitiful flies buzzing around the great man, finding their own pathetic version of glory in their proximity to greatness, adding nothing, annoying, but, after all is said and done, worthless."

Who will remember them?

Criticism's but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more.
It is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.

[Blennos]

Your elegant verse reminds me of something, but I can’t put my finger on it. It is almost Shakespearean in its eloquence though.