The Epidemic Of Power Craving Poem by Tor Magnor Solvang

A seed so small, a creeping fear,
Of losing hold, of feeling near
The bottom rung, the fading light,
This fear takes root and spawns a blight.

Power Sickness, slow and deep,
It lulls the soul and puts to sleep
The gentle heart, the honest hand,
And leaves behind a barren land.

An Epidemic, fast it spreads,
Through hollow halls and empty heads.
A fevered dream of being strong,
While everything around goes wrong.

A Decease that twists the mind,
Leaving kindness far behind.
A need to rule, a burning greed,
Planting seeds of bitter weed.

Goliath stands, with mighty sway,
Until another steals the day.
Then even he, in trembling fright,
Must cede his stolen, fading light.

The end unseen, the future dim,
A species lost, a mournful hymn.
Man, the climber, falls from grace,
Consumed by sickness in this place.