ceremony started in the early hours of seventh morn
as rising sun shone on the empty effulgent throne
raving crowds cheered, as did from faraway towns
dancers and clowns wearing shimmering gowns
intrepid nubile singers sung the ancient lore
noblemen winced but people asked for more
ascending the steps the king waved with flair
leading his sons who longed for the high chair.
spectre of forgotten sins suddenly appeared in the sky
impertinent clouds echoed the silver wolves cry
night out of turn made the valiant king’s eyes burn
summoned were the sons, pledged wins or no return.
poise and arrogance drove the eldest
pejoratively dismissing he conquered the west
pugnacious mien, unloved, his fame slowly died
praised by the clique he never swallowed his pride.
going east with vast legions and still wanting more
garnering support he ruled lands till the rocky shores
glowered soon at allies grandeur, gold and steed
grimacing at all, the second was failed by his greed.
luscious wines and women abandoned like dirt
leching now for glory, to the south marched the third
licentious reign ensued a pervasive lack of trust
lacking purpose, he was consumed by a debilitating lust.
enamored of grudges, at injustice of being the fourth
ensigns of longing marched, coveting not just the north
engaging in spite, slurring peers so that great he would be
engulfed everything he had in the slow fire of his envy.
losing his sons, the king in remorse
introspecting much he did in his final repose
evoked the gods, asked for mercy, to let him free
we would, they said, but you still have three.