I cross him
Beside him
He rises upwards
I wait
He does not
They all look at him
(He used to be more
He used to be everything
They have deserted him now
Conquered him)
He rises though
To his throne
His throne
Is all we know
Magnificient
Ancient
He rises
Above our lowly decor
His gaze holds them all
Steady
Tall
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