Godhead

Plans in motion and stakes raised to the sky.
Ordered to a barren world simply to die.
Betrayed and exiled out to the sands.
Baron and emperor worked hand in hand.
Leaving a once great house in ruin.
All because of jealous political maneuvering.
But little did anyone expect him to survive.
Let alone adapt, grow and altogether thrive.
Yet he did until he had no true equal.
Then came time to enact real upheaval.
Defeated blades and butchers with ease.
Forcing an emperor to barter on his knees.
For options were short and not in his favour.
Price to be paid for his arrogant and reckless behaviour.
And so the betrayed rose to the very tip top.
Became not just emperor but godhead, the lot.
Who would’ve thought that such would occur.
Perhaps no one including the Bene Gesserit curs.