With what right does he keep insisting
With every breath his dearth exposed
His happy days of rule continue
The kingmakers’ unearned mirth
Snares the untouched mind
Judge, don’t I own his lands?
Let it be that I am more
Too easy it is to touch his mirror
Look to your right, turn your head
Give what is mine, end the reign
Let it be said you were here at all
Though I care not for your name
I reach for your aftermath
Give the servant the throne
He will take his turn
And inherit the King’s fall
Nice tone of the fantastic here. I think you must be quite influenced by your reading tastes...
ReplyDeleteI love your backwards phrase which sounds so natural that compared to reading it forwards it's a clear improvement!
Very pleasing result.