Power Poem by Orbiam Simon

A mantle in the sea
many contestants besee
something sweeter
something smoother
somehow sour
sometimes bitter
everyone wants it
it's very toxic
so intoxicating,
power.

we all like it's taste
we call it luxury
some call comfort
yes, it's a heaven
it's a paradise
a place for champions
a staff to control
a maze of honor,
power.


a rod men crave for
striving to out stand
fighting to sustain
doing all it takes
working ways in
walking miles away
doing impossibles
sacrificing to satisfy
all for power.

power is wonderful
it's dangerous
it's a death race
evil and demonic
power is taking not giving
it's a law of nature
but perversion.