Own the throne you sit upon

Polish bright your crown

Spite the tongues that lash at you

By never looking down


Prize the eyes that you possess

For seeing the horizon

Enveloped in your regal robes

You’ve found your place to rise in


Fight with might the battles

Only of your choosing

The victorious in petty wars

Don’t know just what their losing


So hold your golden scepter

With wisdom before pride

For its opulence is bested

By the light you hold inside

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