Imperious He Stands

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Imperious he stands,

Master of the lands,

Above all – who fall beneath his gaze.

 

Born to power and privilege

All bow before is visage

The very sight of his splendour does amaze.

 

There is really none that doubt

That he deserves all his clout

And none would withhold from him their praise.

 

For he – palace born

Bringer of dusk and morn

Illuminates all with his divinely given rays.

 

Master of peace and war

From river to delta shore

Powerful enough to set whole worlds ablaze.

 

With false beard upon his jaw

His very word – becomes the law

So all strain to catch his each and every phrase.

 

Where e’er Pharaoh does stride

Whether in Memphis or countryside

His wishes are fulfilled without delays.

 

Padre

 

Weekend Writing Prompt #141 – Imperious: in 123 words