In the realm of power, where crowns adorn,
A ruler's might, a kingdom reborn.
A pome of king, in regal array,
In the throne's embrace, they hold sway.
With a scepter of gold and a royal decree,
They guide their realm, where subjects decree.
In the court's grandeur, where intrigues entwine,
In the pome of king, a dynasty's design.
From ancient monarchs to modern-day,
In the history books, their legacies stay.
They lead with honor, with might and grace,
In the annals of kings, their names we embrace.
But being a king is more than just might,
It's the weight of a kingdom, day and night.
In the welfare of all, they must decide,
In the pome of king, the people's guide.
So let us remember the kings of old,
Their stories of valor, of courage bold.
In their reigns, in their trials they bring,
In the pome of king, a timeless thing.
