Taking Turns

Don't make too much fun of it. At least it's themed, right?

Taking Turns
I hate this throne of mine
Bright as blackest night
It beckons kings to come
And then spews out the gravest depredations

Convinced in fury of my pride
That my loyalty was at end misplaced
I tell myself that none will sit there again

But still they come, these kings
Lined in poised anticipation
Who want but to reign in seats, though they know not whose

Then I peer past their regal splendor
They all wear the same face
And I find at end
The face I see in them
Is the same I saw on me

I don’t lose my throne
But giving my throne I lose myself

And forcing abdication
I thrive through freedom’s throne again
Only the face I see this time isn’t the same
Thoughts emerge
That maybe this time my loyalty is well-placed

For what have I to call my own
But a broken, darkened throne
And if a light comes to make it shine
I’ve got more than I ever had
And I see for the first time
That those kings who look like me
Will never sit again
I lose my throne to gain myself
And stage a blissful revolution
One that leaves me free