My Little Book of Poetry

Being The Telling Of A Conqueror

I dreamed of this day ever since I was young.

I never thought about what I might have to give to get here.

The golden crown is light upon my brow.

The symbol of leadership is heavy on my soul.

I have lead armies into glorious combat.

I have seen men die and leave families behind.

I am the idol of many young boys hoping to gain glory.

The children I have orphaned number in the hundreds.

I am the person husbands reassure their wives will keep us safe.

How many widows curse my name?

My name will live on forever in the history books.

What will they say about me when I am gone?

No man would dare challenge me.

Do they all shy away from me because they fear the possibility of failure?

I am invulnerable.

Or because they fear my wrath?

There will be a great empire built upon my name.

What will they write on my tomb?

Mothers will tell their children stories of what I've done.

Will the children of the future cling to their mother and beg her to speak of someone else?

I have achieved greatness.

What have I done?

Even the other kings claim that the gods themselves must obey me.

They are all wrong.

I am a great emperor who will live on in infamy.

Death is the only power who will obey your call.