The Day A King Dies Poem by Charles Karia

What do you learn of mantles,
From the death of a King?
From that day our king died,
And went to regions beyond,
He left a gigantic vacant office;
A mantle ready to be taken.

That is the way it always is,
In the Kingdom of our lord,
For there are vacant offices,
Symbolized by the fabric mantles,
That needs to be filled for service,
Buy those ready and worthy of them.

Vigils and grave grave worship,
And adored photos of the leader,
Will not make you replace the king,
Position yourself on path of mercy
Per requirements of the office.
And you will be ushered in.