Some rule
Some acquiesce
Some manage to stay afloat
To lead is to beat the drum
In a way that others follow
When stripped back, exposed
The worth of his command
Declared inadequate, authority overthrown
The inevitable mutiny
As the final grains of southbound sand
Signal another's fall
A mutinous song is sung
It captivates them all
They dance the jig of betrayal
Know its flag has already flown
Down it comes
Over he goes
A new seed has bloomed
The inevitable mutiny
Not all crusades end in victory
And sometimes the spoils are merely remaining at the helm
Past glories quickly forgotten
Past modes of combat quickly deemed ineffective
And while murmurs of betrayal
Often muttered before the dawn
The usurper's momentum already steeled for any deflection
A heart that bears resolve so great
And iron fist but no velvet glove