With backs to the wall you charm them with all your 
plans. Red carpet roll let it unfold from your hands. 
Pave your own way- you peasant, you slave, you extra. 
Silence the crowd with a touch of your crown. Snap your 
fingers from the desk all the way to the boardroom. They 
will not breathe a word. They'll listen and they'll 
learn. Stand over your subjects until retreat. Take 
cover, a noble royal move. No one's meant to be here but 
me and you. Your empire caught fire, left for ashes in 
the cold, throats too dry to chant unto the throne. Light 
up, prosper. Find a neck to sink your teeth. A henchman 
trusted, instructed to wipe the white horse clean.