A poem, a business allegory:
Winners they were, of endless quarters
Believers they were, to the cause
Seekers they were, of the absolute advantage
Players they were, of the perennial game
Alone she was, waiting for her Prince
On the phone she was, searching for clues
Prone she was, to conspiracy theories
Away from her throne she was, a princess without her prince
Speechless he was, observing the outcome
Penniless he felt, after the game
Effortless he thought, was his way home
Pointless he knew, was to try to regain his throne
Years passed
Springs, Summers, Autumns and Winters
The princess was waiting
The prince was hurting
The people were confused
The enemies were amused
Fairy tales can come true
But only in fairy tales
Written: 2005
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