Agony Behold the Ruler
A man of untouchable reason
A man of wealth and pride
Slips away in misery
To lead a lonely life
From his great zenith
A chair perched high atop his regime
A king ponders his glory
As his love slips away
For in the eye of power
A soul is often sold
To control a frightened country
Though the truth shall lie untold
And still this man of weary love
Searching deep inside
Shall one day find
The sacred key
To unlock what's left inside
Copyright © Rick Parise | Year Posted 2017
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