In corridors where influence does reign,
A leader stands, his mission now obscured,
To govern, yet he struggles with the strain,
His role diminished, by time's cruelties endured.
Once known for might, now only echoes faint,
His name should hold esteem but brings delay,
The victories, the glory, now just paint
A portrait of a chief in disarray.
He should have flown from eagles' lofty peaks,
Instead, he finds himself in realms bizarre,
His eyes search for what his purpose seeks,
A recollection, a spark, from afar.
The people observe, with murmurs all around,
A ruler in his place, yet lost, not found.