Two golden kings circled, near face to face
For the first time and the last
Both limped, and scarred, and unenthused
From the fights of nights long past
And upon a quick exchange of few words
Found the other felt in line
Each thinking to himself, “That he
Could have been a friend of mine”
But such is life and circumstance
That whether words go rhyming
Depends as much on who they are
As it does as much on timing
“We could have been a dangerous team
Would have almost been unfair!”
“Could have, yes, but that I’m from here
And you’re from over there ...”
So the sunrise came, one kingdom heard
The vultures had news to bring …
“Awake, awake, the king is dead ...
Long live the king!”