Get out of the path of the king!

The galactic siren sounds, 

and wails off the walls and down the hall. 

It is his gentrification, his royalty, his vehemence

Pounding his fists like a verocious animal

His stately, royal, seething highness.

But as a king who in conflict falls

So too does he who covets all.

The pampered King in all his grandeur is stricken

Usurped

Expatiated

Dethroned

By the subjects he commanded

Or so he thought

But what command can one withdraw

When he's inclined to covet all