The Summit

Is it not every man’s dream to be at the top

And to be remembered as nothing less than the cream of the crop?

Well currently, there sits a man on that much sought after summit

And although it may seem blasphemous to think he’d ever fall from it

I can’t help but dream to take his crown from him.

But, I admit, while my chances escape from being none, they’re quite slim.

Nevertheless, I will attempt with all my might

Whilst channeling all of my anger and spite

To force our hallowed king down from his seat

And attain nothing less than sweet victory, and make him know the bitter taste of defeat

Now is the time

My position’s sublime

All I’ve to do is wait.

With just a one, two

His time is now through

It’s over, my liege, checkmate!

My dream is achieved

All because I believed

And all of my skills I did hone.

But I’ve come to the conclusion

That my dream was foolhardy, a delusion

For you see, my dear reader, now… I’m alone.

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Jackie]

Fascinating read. Very much enjoyed. Good work!:-)

[SoundOfThought]

Thank you for the review! It's much appreciated. Also, glad you enjoyed it.