Man of gold
Sat atop your throne of glass
You command armies
And have defeated many a foe
But you shall perish
For you are prideful
And that pride shall be your downfall
You are a mere mortal
You may have some power
A semblance of control
But control cannot make you invulnerable
You act as though you are immortal
But simply acting immortal will not prevent your untimely demise
It will simply draw it ever nearer
You may be a warrior
But strength does not translate to survival
And giving commands does not make you wise
You do not know when to give up
When to retreat
You provoke your enemies
Simply to prove yourself
But you only prove that you are foolish
You must choose carefully
Which battles are worth your time
But you don't
And that
Will be your doom
And the doom of all those you love
All those you fight for
It will lead to your end
One way
Or another