Here is a poem that you may like. Simple and such. Hope ya like it.

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THE MAN IN BLACK

By Marty Wade

T’was once upon an old railroad track
That upon walking I saw a man in black
And upon the peddler I saw him pack
An old, dirty burlap sack.

Friend? I came to him to in my curiosity weary
What is it in that sack you carry?
My expectations simply noted that it was to be ordinary
But what he said to me was quite the contrary.

And he said. I carry these old bones.
Of great kings who sat on great thrones
But all around had died lone
And not a whisper you will hear…save for their moans.

Distraught by this man’s strange and macabre possession
Of great men who died of their vain transgression
I felt remorse over their horrible lesson
To teach of me to avoid their lustful passion

But howbeit that these men became kings
Where they were given such wonderful things?
Where feasts and treasures and farms and rings?
And to where the multitude their names sings?

The man smiled as he asked to my mind weary
I know what your heart and mind query
But this path if you peruse will be dreary
It will only make you mad the longer you tarry

The words of the old man did not turn me from my greed
Be silent old man, your words are but too senile to heed
I have but that of which that void in my heart need
To be a great ruler and my own country to be as my seed!!

The man in utter ill humor shook his head
My good sir, this power I give you my make you fed
But it will be on the streets you shall be dead
And people shall take no sympathy as you bled

But fool I was now I do remorse
But I being of Iron heart and deaf ears took the course
Give me my throne, my people and horse
So give it to me now or I shall rip it away from your hands by force

The man in black smiled as he released his bag
And his old body covered in peasant rag
his old feet to carry that body across the way did drag
Leaving the sack behind that now sat in sag

I ran to it greedily to open with glee
Of wonders and powers that were now bestowed unto me
And of what wonders and treasures in that sack I did see
I could see it now as in my mind I made my decree

The world is mine
From the desert’s sands to the forests of pine
And to all to me you shall give of thine
As my kingdom ages and heirs of my line

And as it began I heard the trumpets roar
Of songs written of my glory in their score
And my life written in poems and lore
That I in life and in death that I live forever more

I became of great power and of great wealth
And I was always in a perfect state of health
And of my armies under night fought my enemies in stealth
And was with allies who came under my rule to my enemies dealt

From east and west, north and south
My empire spread to in the world throughout
And the words that spoke through my mouth
Made all that stood in my path live in fear and doubt

But all was not well in my rule as across my empire I stare
Each night was not of peace but of horrible nightmares
Of things now that put unto me much worry and care
Of death, of blood, of this turmoil of my mind in warfare

Had the man in black’s prophesy come to fruition?
Of what I had done and would I meet that just and righteous retribution
Is it to my own demise to be the solution
To the world that it be for my sake that I caused such an unnatural intrusion?

And soon it had come to pass
That to my horror that had come at last
Of that this would be this day of my stark contrast
Of fate that now is coming fast.

And out of horrifying fear and for my life sake did flee
So I hid away in a bunker under lock and key
But it would not matter for the riot was coming for me
To a king cowering in his bunker they all shall see.

And they took me into the street
To the executioners block forcing my head to seat
And my last vision before the ax cut into the meat
Of my neck as it fell into an old pile of burning peat

That old man was back to collect his due
Why did I not listen to his words so true
And now with nothing left but to sit and rue
The day I made folly and now my bones he came to persue.

I now tell you, ye who made the same blunder
Along with me are now six feet under
Our fate for our vain lives seeking this wretched plunder
And now you and I are now forever and a day torn asunder.