A poem of treason and deception.
The King was surrounded
by these “followers”
these “companions”
Their false smiles
Fake laughs
Covering up the lies
Only thirst for power
Lingered in their eyes
Perhaps plotting his death
Perhaps innocent
The King was surrounded
By a web of lies
His thoughts were clouded
By the wine
His only real friend
Amongst the lies
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