The throne

Upon the throne of man

Sits the king of greed

A man so old and cold

Yet ne'er his people

Shall he feed

 

Upon the yellow throne

Sits a man of truth and lie

A skeleton covered in gold

Yet not a sight shall reach his eye

 

Within the darkest chamber

Lie the darkest men

The king is top among them

He's whom our lives are lent

 

Yet when we look upon him

We cannot bear the sight

For the king in yellow

Bears the truest might

Posted in response to the challenge No Kings.

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TBurnwood

VT

16 years old

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