The Capricious Throne

Laden with the jewels imposing crown,
stood the gaudy vicious throne,
for who sat in its lumbersome lap,
wore the diadem wreathed in its trap.

Clenching the mighty pillars afar,
swept across the battle's drums of war,
allying it's mighty ruler's eternal chamber,
painting each rival's princess in sombre.

Sealed forever in fate's caprice chess,
she held her hand swapped as empress,
donning the regal sautoir of the bequest,
sat as the ruler's pretentious conquest,
Its saws ran amidst ruinous strife,
as each subject laid down one's precious life,
to satiate the ruler's hegemonic grasp,
starving for riches beyond its clasp.

As it's majesty's reaches turned all grey,
the ticking time circled round about,
turning the tables of history in clout,
the throne lured his rivals in its play.

The battle chained the ruler aghast,
as all his vast riches lay in the past,
for now stood the new master crowned,
in the clutches of the throne securely bound.