The Emperor of Rats

‘All your life you toiled,
You scurried, fought, bit and clawed,
Scrambled over all hurdles,
Not stopping for a glimpse for fear of being spoiled,

And now,

In the large empire of joys you built,
You sit atop your tower of glass,
In an empty hall,
On a throne of cold hard stone,

Dare I ask, your majesty, are you happy?’

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