TRAGIC Poem: Crumbling Thrones, by Lisa Wilson

Face me proud, O Great One,
Cling tight to your fragile crown.
Zeus may bow, but only in shadow,
Your empire cracks, tumbling down.

Look at us, O Divine One, with scorn,
See the sneers we barely hide.
Fear binds our rage by a thread,
But soon your reign will subside.

My hand will wield the final knife,
Rivers of blood at my feet.
Both you and I will be cursed,
In death, our fates will meet.

No kingdom built on brittle lies,
No power earned through empty fame.
Your paper throne crumbles at last,
Under the weight of your name.

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