The
dark lord sits near his fire
With
cushions around his seat
Sipping
his chilled red wine
He
stares to the golden dancing fire
“What
can I do? What can I do?
My
power is seeping away from me!”
He
talks to himself
He
seems to walk alone now
The
court nobles have avoided him
Thinking
he brings them bad luck
He
looks at the fire
“What's
so funny, friend?
You
give me hot but you can't help me”
The
Grand Chamberlain enters quietly
“My
lord can I talk to you?”
The
dark lord turns around and smiles
“You
are still here?”
“Well..where
can I go?
I
have to stay behind with you”
“What
you want to talk about?”
The
Grand Chamberlain takes a long breathing
“My
lord, good politics is telling good lies
You
know politics is a dirty game in its own right
You
have to move and tell your nobles, knights and people
You
don't have to stay indoor to worry”
“Ha
my noble man!
The
day of my time is nigh
Look
around us
We
have succumbed to greed and corruption
The
whole lots here will disappear
When
the people rise up to muscle in
It
is the time of falling empires
My
noble man, we have our times
Politics
of lies haven't worked to our advantage
Our
walls are crumbling of weaknesses
It
is better we enjoy it while we can”
“My
lord wishes..”
The
Grand Chamberlain bows and retreats
Shaking
his head and praying for safety
For
the time will come
Change
will bring good cheers
The
dark lord knows his time
“We
lust our times don't we?”
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