Para/Poem Challenge "Open"

He sat upon the throne
In tyrannical glory did rule
But soon was to fall
He soon would loose his cool

For in a few days he'd meet
A one fluent in right
That would take the throne
Using his glorious might

The brutish king did hate
All that was right and good
But could not stand up and fight
Against this enemy of blood

He just sat in his comfy throne
Embolic of his power it was
But he would not meet this foe
For the king could not back his cause

The stranger did challenge and beat
But as he came to the throne
Found that it stood empty, in fact
That tyrannical king had flown

So, he ruled in his just cause
Sitting upon his new found throne
For the old king had ran away
And so the pansy was shown

Draco, The Dragon

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