The Circle of Leadership

A short poem about the dangers of leadership.

In the beginning there was a King

To his people he was more than that

He was kind, grateful and never allowed his people to sting

They appreciated his loyalty through the coming spat

Another wished to sit on his throne

He was dishonorable and cared little for his people that he commanded there

He wanted the kings head and wanted this alone

Alone he wanted to do so, despite his lack of an heir

The traitor did not care for his mens lives, as he sent them to take the throne in war

His men then did what they did best

As they cut the kings men down one by one, they thought it a bore

But soon they found that the Kings men were better cared for and better than the rest,

The kings men fought the traitor until they had him on the run

The traitor refused to surrender and gave him one more trick

The man slay the great King in battle in the noonday sun

Yet this did not spell the end of the Kingdom so quick

The Kings young son took up arms

He beat back the traitors men back at only the age of twenty

He held the traitor at sword point, and yet did not strike with alarm.

For he knew that the honorable man did not do this plenty

This day young King Elmore won his first victory

One that secured the freedom for all

His patience with his subjects was great within this story

Yet his Kingdom was in the eyes of another still. one who wished to see him fall.

Author's Note

Sorry for any strange rhymes or how foolish it may all sound. I just wrote this yesterday and have not wrote much poetry in my life. I tend to like to write longer short stories and things of that type.

Hopefully it isn't too bad.