What do I say when he asks what I know?

The future I see is not one he wants.

He would be king, ruler of all

But I see bewilderment when he learns

Someone else has usurped his throne

He is not the first to be a pawn

Of another’s manipulation.

He will not believe me while he

Can wield power like a dagger

Shaping destiny by severing those

Who do not bow and flatter every move

Heedless of the subterfuge around him.

But there is a propitious moment coming

That will bring him down.

I could reveal the visions I have seen

Or let the future go forth on its own.

When he calls me to tell him

What the future holds

I offer what I know to be true:

“A just ruler has no need to fear

The wrath of those he governs.”