My First Free Verse

Dear One,

I've attempted to write my first free verse and this is how it has shaped up to be -

There lived a man in ancient Greece,
Who spoke of God, Man and Beast.
He stood in the temple doorway,
Prodding men to find their rightful ways.

Wise was he; so did people claim,
Yet they feared him, as he would surely disdain.
His words were sharp as solid steel,
Enough to make a thousand men take to their heels.

He spoke of heaven and hell,
Telling everyone all's not well.
"Refine yourselves" he cried aloud,
Else you shall remain knuckleheads all throughout.

World is to be seen through your own eyes,
And not through borrowed ones.
Think with your own little head,
Before you ruefully fall dead.

He made everyone fearlessly think aloud,
Fearing not of himself or any dark cloud.
Kings feared him as a man of astute reason,
And unlawfully booked him for pompous treason.

His name was Socrates,
The greatest sage who ever lived.
He claimed to know nothing,
Yet he discerned almost everything.

He shaped human history,
Only to die in complete mystery.
He swallowed the Hemlock with a smile,
But he lived his life worthwhile.

In death and in life he was a hero,
While the rest were pondering about empty zeros.
His last words were spoken with thoughtful glee,
"Know Thyself and thou shall be set free."