The smile on his face
He smells the aroma of the throne
Now for him to take as he wills
The glow of the sparkling jewels
He knows he can have
Sipping his black coffee
Thinking what lies ahead of him
He massages his knees
Looking for signs of old age
The throne inviting
The smell of power beacons
The heady days of his power
He may rule with iron fisted claws
Then on his plate he sees
The dark shadows rising to tempt him
The past of his deeds arouse
He has to keep long secrets
Denying his involvements
Swearing on the holy book
He looks good he enjoys his play
On the stage telling his way
Yet he knows somewhere
There is one dark horse galloping slowly
He may spoil his chance to sit on the throne
For the God may not like what he had done
The past will catch up with him
He can’t run now
He massages his knees again
Staring at his black coffee
Calling his fat mama
He hopes she can do something
To drive away his fear of his past
Now coming to haunt him
It is time he knows……..
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