The Divine King - Poem by C.D. Xiang
A potent, dynamic and robust creature
Of prodigious intelligence and wiles
At his fingertips, day by day,
His endowment is evinced
Through his words, his actions,
His flattering and weapon
Wielded with his hirsute hand,
Emblazoned with intricate gold carvings,
Lavish with plaudits and admiration.
For eons, he will never perish
And be emasculated, everlasting feats of tricks
Shall dominate forevermore, impeccably.
No one can outclass his wit,
For all along his rivals defeat
No one but themselves, hapless;
Fearing the king, with utmost dignity.
Though I yearn for dominance
I continue to live, without prominence.
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