Regent

Free Verse

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In the quiet halls of power,
where whispers shape destinies,
a lone figure stands,
unseen yet omnipresent.

A regent in shadows,
pulling strings of fate,
eyes like cold steel,
reflecting the weight of the world.

Authority draped like a mantle,
heavy with unspoken truths,
each step a calculated move,
a dance on a razor’s edge.

Beneath the crown,
a heart encased in ice,
secrets whispered in the dark,
echoing through empty corridors.

No throne to sit upon,
yet power flows through veins,
a silent ruler of realms,
unacknowledged but ever-present.

In the end, the game continues,
the regent’s shadow lengthens,
a specter in the twilight,
guiding unseen hands.