Sunset Silhouette

Each royal night arrives
In shadowy layers.
The leader crawls along streets
Looking for accolades
While citizens sleep.
No one cheers in the dark.
He has achieved nothing.
He has harmed many.
He climbs above what he’s created,
Overlooks the crumbling landscape,
His talons clutching the edge
Of a lonely podium
He hasn’t wings to escape.