Poem #24: Upon My Throne

Fostering this empire of mine

let it grow until it encompasses the world

without drawing a line

this planet shall be one with its people.

An army shall stand faceless

in every town, on every street

and my champions will be baseless

for all shall be their home.

“Open up your doors, neighbours, and welcome us in!”

They will cry on the cobbles with vigour

as though they truly were as kin

and one with the desperate citizens.

I shall command from my throne

high on a mountain of stone

here I shall reign alone

with nary a weary groan.

Not once will I see an ounce of disrespect in an eye

not once shall I feel any wrath

not once can I even hope to sigh

and give them the leisure of doubt.

Summer tidings will come and go

and winters will be long and harsh

Alone I will be, with neither friend nor foe

and greet the wind with majesty.