The Prideful Man

The king does say
The king does listen
For charm and smiles
as his eyes glisten

Wind and wind around his fingers
All who follow
as his frightful descent silently lingers.

But fear of his mind does take hold,
with every lie and half truth told.
He sees himself as nothing more
than the vermin bowing at his door.

Crown of antlers
open hands
There he comes,
The prideful man

And with the king, crown to crown,
they talk their plans to tear things down.
And after all is broken, beyond repair
The king will join the king, in When’s despair.

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