In gilded halls where power’s whispers reign,
A shadow creeps, ambition’s dark embrace.
With cunning plots and schemes, a tangled skein,
The usurper seeks to claim another’s place.
Through treachery and guile, the throne is seized,
A rightful ruler toppled from on high.
The crown, once gleaming, now sits ill at ease
Upon a brow that’s built on brazen lie.
But power gained by force is quick to fade,
For loyalty can’t bloom from seeds of fear.
The usurper’s reign, a masquerade,
Will crumble as the truth grows ever near.
So let the lesson ring through history’s page:
A stolen throne becomes a gilded cage.
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Bob Lynn / 27-Oct-2024
