Kings Ransom- Acrostic.
Solitude, a cage held up high.
Thrown from your bounty, kings ransom nigh.
A truer cage had not been fashioned, held taut with the line.
Nearing kingdom malpractice, their cheers heard thrice.
Lethargic results, as the monarch's cage falls.
Empty gratification, homage to his eye.
Yellow skies , lit up with lights.
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