A Man's World: Poetry

All the King's men
danced in the mead hall;
drunk with their victories,
they partied till dawn
In slumber they lay
so vulnerable and exposed


And this was when
the King's right hand man
slit all their throats
The King and his memory
were locked in the dungeon 
and the key hidden


All the man vanquished,
the Right Hand Man
became King
Every enemy he suspected
he dispatched with ease
His men were all watchful
knowing well the penalty
for treason


But the Right Hand Man's
downfall was sewn on 
the same day as his triumph:
Because even in death,
the other rightful King lived.

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