On The Rise

Here a man immures in a lonely island Sans sword, sans cuirass and sans crown Like a dethroned king from his kingdom. He was banished from his castle of thoughts, By the deeds of the people around him. They marooned him in a morass isle. The innate abilities enthroned him as a King He worshiped truth and justice in his tenure And crusaded for purity with his prowess. The benevolent philanthropist loved, His impecunious people by giving them The incomputable wealth of his wisdom That dwelt in the spence of his heart They genuflected him for his generosity And enshrined him in their heart's shrine. He shined in his white ermine cloth When oscultated them from his heart's pulpit The hail of people surged and echoed there. His path adorned with crimson carpet He recited a canticle of his magnum opus Then a lovely filly bestowed him a rose He felt as he was in the seventh paradise. Eloquence of his words brought many to him The emperors became his cronies. He was appreciated by his craftness of words He swept away the worry of the people An ornamented chair of love he was adorned In the heart of the people around him. But that man was marooned by the same people To a land of hatred and cruelty To a desert of worries But he wish to come again to his throne To regain the regality of thoughts, To love his unthankful people once again.