Crown of Pride

One of my old poems I wrote.

 

The crown lies on the table

Its shine and gold still remain

The crown is surrounded by glory.

 

Many desire to have this on their heads

So others around them shall exalt them

For the gold and shine are impossible to resist.

 

As for those who possess these crowns

Will tumble into turmoil with jealousy

As they glance at others who also have the crown

But the most proud will strive to find many ways

To lead the rest to a fall

So only he would devour all the praise

But he will someday realizes

That the crown will rust away

Leaving him nothing except his pain.

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[Kyle A. Smith]

hmm..reminds me of power
and
lord of the rings..