Your Throne…

On the back of prides horse

you rode so high

thundering through clouds

thoughtlessly crashing by…

Your cup overflowed

with the strings you would hold

no care for the price

when the goal was more gold….

Waves occasionally came

from a broken hand

and wisdom eroded

like grains of sand…

Blind till the end

on an arrogant throne

of a fallen kingdom

 pride sits alone…

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