to be deposed--
ah, wait. to have been king
then be deposed,
by your own brother, no less.
it must have felt
not so great.
these things used to happen
all the time,
they tell me.
the historians. which, yes,
you must be careful with their words.
they know a good twist
and how to use it. they'll turn
a fact on its head and order
a spin.
but, you know,
still. they tell me.
and anyway. it's a good story to tell.
Well, it looks like I've majorly lapsed on the poem-a-day habit. Not to worry. I'm taking a short break to finish the Balkey story line....
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