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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