Creating a Poem: The Power

Nobody foresaw his intentions. The strong, brave, and scheming king could not stop pursuing. The cards were clear, the peopleís desire could not be further evaluated, tension was gone, but he kept pressing. Maybe he was playing with different cards, but who could know? This was his personal game, a game that he may have crafted ever since or even before he declared his ambitions. But all waited to see the ultimate of the king.

Everyone was scared, like to a man that with a ghost was marred. He is arrogant, and has no humor for life. And since grief is like a landmine, the whole country could not withstand his schemed orchestrated moves. Who wants to experience that, basically nobody? They had been part of it, they had suffered because of similar intentions, and moving forward, battling life was the order of the day.

The next elections were miles away. The government was in place, and stable, but why the constant attacks? People wondered. Could this be a long-term plan, or was...