Seated on a colossal throne,
A skeleton, its past glory
Displayed on its iron sepulcher
Arrayed and elegantly clothed;
A lifeless and decadent form
Features still uncannily viewed,
With lipless smile and regal frame
Lightly covered by drifting snow,
All around him signs of decay,
Filled with his one last frozen breath
This king a grueling spectacle
Of power enshrined in ruin.
How nicely you describe the lost glory using contrasting words! Eloquent poetry, as always 10+
A skeleton on his throne.What mysteries does he guard? Excellent poem!
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'With lipless smile and regal frame Lightly covered by drifting snow, All around him signs of decay, Filled with his one last frozen breath This king a grueling spectacle Of power enshrined in ruin' - An excellent imagery of a gone-by power, 'enshrined' in ruin. The caption is so appropriate! The poem gets 10/10 from me.