The King's Ransom
Reflection
In a throne of splendor, surrounded by flames,
A figure sits, with wealth that overflows and claims.
The papers scatter, like autumn leaves to the ground,
As he laughs with joy, his heart unbound.
The darkness looms, with shadows cast around,
Yet in his eyes, a spark of triumph is found.
The suit and tie, a symbol of his might,
As he holds the reins, of power and light.
The chair, a beast, with spikes that pierce the air,
A throne of thorns, where he sits without a care.
The fire burns, with passion and desire,
As he reads the papers, his heart on fire.
In this scene, of chaos and of strife,
He finds his peace, his moment of life.
The king's ransom, a treasure to behold,
A story told, of power, wealth, and gold.