I will not be satisfied
With a juicy slice of the pie
Designed to appease the
Cavernous hunger in my eye

I will not be comfortable beneath
The wings of “another” shadow
Dancing to whichever beat
They decide to let me "know"

I will not share the ultimate crown
There will be no challengers
Relative or otherwise anywhere around
On my sacred ground

Alliances will be
Have been made
Old arguments have been swayed
Actions delayed
As the game continues to be played
On multiple levels
As a conspiracy unravels 

I will dance but I damn well won't sing
In anybody's choir
Not for the familiar stranger
Not for the wily mother

At the end of the day
I will be standing alone
After the bloodshed
After they've gnawed earth to the bone

Someplace
Somewhere
I will greet a brand new sun
In the animus “shadow” of my
Ever-changeling ambition

Alone
Unsatisfied

I am the malefic versifier
NecroWmancer