the emperor's right

this is mine, divined and impetuous
a law that is as much belief and thirst
sooner speak out than to swallow my words
righteous, right?
in awe of this light turned sight
but i speak of poetic justice, eternal
the flowless; no-god; rejected from the cosmos
i and only i, there is no try
is what it is, there is no why
the mark of royalty sticks on like tattoos
but the spear came, from within, i muttered
'et tu?'