Marathon Of Pretend

You are a parable.
Filled with false glory.
No victory in this fable.
Your story will go incomplete.
Lacking foresight.
Cheated your way to pole position.
In this race with no end.
Stuck in a marathon of pretend!

Rewind to your alleged origin.
Former lord having suffered poisoning.
Found next morn dead in his sheets.
Investigation ended quite incomplete.
Yet tensions between you and he were well documented.
More a half dozen spoke to confirm it was not invented.
Maybe you hoped to climb up societies ladder.
Instead you were reassigned and that made you madder.

One day your scout party did all die.
You the sole survivor with no good explanation why.
Plot thickened when a witness claimed you were running away.
A smile on your face and one week later the witness vanished suddenly.
Only a letter claimed it to be a lie.
Again no evidence to nail you for good.
Status shifted as public stories championed your survival.
Borderline messianic when peasants heralded your arrival.

Though you could not see your card was marked.
Believed your own hype gave you carte blanche.
Conspired to fell the royal bloodline and claim the throne.
Replace one tyrant with another one.
Blinded by your lust for power you did not watch the west tower.
So when the tyrant line fell to your blade,
True saviours were lying in wait.
You held the crown but never occupied the seat.

Struck down.
Ended before you could begin your reign.
Expunged by your own hubris and narcissism.
But a footnote in the tome of history.
One destined to be all but forgotten.