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.
Weekend Writing Prompt #141 – Imperious: in 123 words