The Summit

Is it not every man’s dream to be at the top?
To be remembered as nothing less than the cream of the crop?
Well currently, there sits a man on that much sought after summit
And although it is blasphemous to think he’d ever fall from it
I can’t help but dream to take his crown from him
But, I admit, while my chances aren't none, they’re quite slim
Nevertheless, I will attempt with all my might
Whilst channeling all of my anger and spite
To force our hallowed king down from his seat
And attain nothing less than sweet victory, make him know the bitter taste of defeat

Now is the time
My position’s sublime
All I’ve to do now is wait
With just a one, two
His time is now through
It’s over, my liege, checkmate!

My dream is achieved
All because I believed
And all my skills I did hone
But I’ve come to the conclusion
That my dream was foolhardy, a delusion
For you see, my dear reader, now… I’m alone.