He sits on his appointed throne,

throwing bones on the fire

He knows no cold, no discomfort

Sits back to watch the flames grow

and cast shadows on neighboring walls

Just beyond his darkness, children shiver

Safe within crumbling cornerstones,

traces of forgotten obligations ignite

There is no remorse, no contrition

as he slips unseen to watch the blaze envelop

and create chaos in sanctified walls

the children shiver, left in the cold,

they shiver

Once hailed a hero, a light in the darkness,

he was to fuel the fires of renewal

No vindication, no celebration

as the voice of a disenchanted assembly falls silent

left to join their children

shivering in the cold

photo: pixabay

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