A look at Advent from the perspective of the strong tyrant... and indeed strong tyrants everywhere. That kind of ruler is always looking at potential threats, secure because they eliminate possible rivals, and never sleeping that easily in their bed, however much they enjoy the trappings of wealth.
Advent Fears
The mighty scorn the humble peasant
And tread the poor beneath their feet
They live in finest luxury so pleasant
And yet fear a shadow of defeat
The cold wind blows on the hillside
Whistles through the Palace ground
Baleful stars starring down one-eyed
A threat to the king now crowned
Prophecy speaks of a danger here
For another king is coming soon
The King is sleepless by his fear
Cold wind brings a mournful tune
This is a lesson to show the King
Fearing light as heavens sing.
The mighty scorn the humble peasant
And tread the poor beneath their feet
They live in finest luxury so pleasant
And yet fear a shadow of defeat
The cold wind blows on the hillside
Whistles through the Palace ground
Baleful stars starring down one-eyed
A threat to the king now crowned
Prophecy speaks of a danger here
For another king is coming soon
The King is sleepless by his fear
Cold wind brings a mournful tune
This is a lesson to show the King
Fearing light as heavens sing.
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