Reign In Truculence

Demesne, the kingdom of Dicturia,

Amalgamate by puissance,

Copious by euphoria,

Cunning like a renaissance.

Plebeians of thy barony,

Having enunciation and pharisaic,

To thy supremo full of nobility,

Despite being decrepit and asthenic.

Until thy king succumbed,

Newly czar is wearing anadem,

The opulence of thy nation is his shrewd,

People of Demesne, dissensions of his barbaric rostrum.

Thy Demesne covered by solitude and murkiness,

Thy Demesne coalesces by array, now cleave by greediness.