The "Prince"

The “Prince”

...is crowned

In a game of chess

Where justice is drowned

Sporting wars to impress

     Rivers flow in blood and gold                                                         

At the cost of pauper heads

While their lands are swallowed by a greedy lord

With plagues becoming their eternal beds

And yet his majesty is still on his perch

Masked in a century masquerade                                                    

Where vengeful nobles carefully lurch

Playing a Muse’s serenade

A slight princely mistake

Can end the ill-fated game

Of which the rules are opaque                                                       

Another crowned head down for another to proclaim