In halls of grandeur, shadows weave,Where whispered secrets softly grieve,The dance of power, bold and bright,Unfolds beneath the dimming light.
A chessboard vast, with stakes untold,Where strategies of old unfold,Each move a surge of might and will,In silence, hearts and dreams distill.
Upon the stage of masked intent,Ambitions rise and oft relent,Yet in the depths of fervent gaze,Resides the echo of bygone days.
For power’s grasp, a fleeting flame,That beckons forth in glory’s name,Yet shadows linger, ever near,In politics, a dance of fear.