Your Throne…

Lovely horse

you rode so high

thundering clouds

crashing by…

So bright the glow

from rings of gold

no care for cost

you craved to hold…

Applauds then came

from faceless hands

and friends all passed

like grains of sand…

Now there you sit

up on your throne

dark empty stage…

And all alone…

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