Revolving Thrones

Today is a surreal game of mental musical chairs,
picking the winner who gets the throne,
a struggle to find the champion
knowing loyalty earns some shade
in the shadow of victory.

Careful to watch each usurper’s eyes,
would there be a better lion
among the jackals?

Risk and strategy,
dare and cunning,
ever aware that power is a cruel sorcerer,
even more so to the ones
who stand with arms extended
as pretense to support the monarch’s rule
while waiting for the handout.

Problem is the wind,
how it can over turn any reign,
causing the leader’s furniture to crush
those how stand by the side.

So dance and wear the jester’s garb,
doing the best to please and pray you picked the right winner,
always checking for those exit signs
should his spring of crowns
end up as a cold and failed winter.

For appealing to the coronation’s hand
begets the beauty of certain perks,
lasting till the sun sets upon that glory,
hoping you can survive the night long enough
in order to find the next star in charge.