Syllabic Poem| The Culminating 30
You
Really
Thought
That you
Were the prince
The one
Who calls all
To bend a knee
Worshipful
Followers fall
Down to your ev’ry whim.
With awesome fear
You fastened and clenched
This power in your hands
Sacred destiny
You had yet to understand.
Thrones you held so fast and dear
Were never yours to keep
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