The way of things:
They walked in his shadow,
men of little consequence,
sheep following the Shepherd,
speaking of him in hushed tones.
But at the end of all things,
they jostled with each other,
a place of high vantage,
for the fall of a titan.
The rise of a star,
beauty of a moonless night,
followed inevitably by morning sun,
sears the starshine from sight.
And then. The king is dead. Long live the king.
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