'A light from the shadows shall spring...the crownless again shall be King!'
A single drop seems to accomplish nothing,
Yet over the relentless passage of thousands of thousands of little drops
The staunchest rock shall retreat & wither!
My enemies scoff at my tiny takings & daily rent savings,
Yet with the accumulation of these over years,
Their complacency shall be their undoing!
As they expend their dwindling energies
On futile hedonisms,
While millions in credit accumulate & increase in my favour!
As their wells run dry,
More delight for me to savour!
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