Darkness on throne


Sitting on millions gold
is a giant coal
controlling battalions silver
that is innocent of it worth

Train won't move
when fire is sleeping
crude oil say, fill train with coal
but pulley stagger at empty roar of king

Throne shines to clear staff eyes
but darkness expand
little heads struggle for throne
while crown spit fire

Where is the mineral?
that will uproot empty coal
to bring forth beauty throne
sending silver back to work

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