My Prodigy

On his crown he bears my teaching hand
That brought and held his brow a stern
His kingly smile that looks up towards me
I render and sender to his liking
He un swaying and looking upon

I say and tell his futures hand
His throne there sits my sons crown
Bestowed my golden glove
With many frowns

He reins for me all alone
Yet never ceases to amaze
My prodigy is of all that gaze

He stands before them all
He beckons them all to crowd
He states them one by one
Yet future pertaining to all but none

My Prodigy is now yet undone
For my plan is now fulfilled
He’ll live a life of supremacy
And set a flame against democracy