Some rule Some acquiesce Some manage to stay afloat To lead is to beat the drum In a way that others follow When stripped back, exposed The worth of his command Declared inadequate, authority overthrown The inevitable mutiny As the final grains of southbound sand Signal another's fall A mutinous song is sung It captivates them all They dance the jig of betrayal Know its flag has already flown Down it comes Over he goes A new seed has bloomed The inevitable mutiny Not all crusades end in victory And sometimes the spoils are merely remaining at the helm Past glories quickly forgotten Past modes of combat quickly deemed ineffective And while murmurs of betrayal Often muttered before the dawn The usurper's momentum already steeled for any deflection A heart that bears resolve so great And iron fist but no velvet glove