Though not yet sitting upon the throne
You have ensured your name is known
You covet and thirst for all the power
Causing my friends to cringe and cower
You crave the crown you'll never own
Eyes see those seeds of doubt you've sown
Your sweetness was not long to sour
Your deeds have banished you to the tower
With all those clever plans you've grown
Upon the block your head is thrown
You reigned your thousand days of power
Securing your place inside the tower
And I sit upon my thrown alone
While yet another seeks that crown to own©2001 poetheart