Chapter 23:
Lucky Draw [100 word stories]
A poor man’s monarch, I stand above the masses.
A ruler of nothing but of change and of debt,
I spit on the graves of the lower-classes.
With my royal garments of velvet and velour hanging on by a thread,
the silver noose around my neck draws tighter yet.
After every disaster the crown demands blood.
So at the end of my line, I stand here alone;
Instead of bread and games, God has given us famine and flood.
I possess no sons, no riches, no castle nor golden throne.
My only legacy will be the inscription on my headstone.
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