The King Above The Law
The courtroom is as quiet as a library,
The defendant stands with head bowed,
While every gaze turns to an empty chair.
No one sits there,
Only a crown, bathed in light,
Like a truth no one dares to question.
The judge flips through files, the lawyers clash,
But no one dares to speak that name—
For the moment it’s uttered,
The law itself begins to tremble in the air.
The king is absent,
Yet every verdict bends to his will.
You think this is a trial,
But it is merely obedience, refined.