In Kremlin halls where whispers breed
Old tzar stands tall, in his power, and creed
His iron grip feels the strain, as princes plot to claim his reign, lest they fall by his blade
Ukraine's drones at dusk ascend, oil fields aflame as night descends
At night silent swans beneath the storm
Grace veils the chaos, as shadows are reborn
Tick-tock, the tsar's old clock, as princes scheme and mock
Shadows lengthen, power wanes, in the twilight of his reign
Through eastern skies, the embers glow
Where secrets whisper, dark motives show
In distant lands, where borders strain
Power's echo rouse, echo rises again
Night descends, swans take flight
Through shadows deep, they flee the fight
Whispered tones tighten the noose
Falling thrones echo, power's abuse
Echoes ring through gilded halls, as shadows of an empire fall
Strikes ignite the hidden fire, kindling flames of fierce desire
Swans dance, the stage is set, boyars poised with silent threat
Peace hangs by a silken thread, as Swan Lake cues the final spread
Silent swans beneath the storm, grace masks the turmoil, while shadows transform
Tick-tock, the tsar's old clock, as boyars scheme and mock
Shadows lengthen, power wanes
Power wanes, in the twilight of his reign
They gather by the quiet lake, where the last swan song will break
World's eyes watch, breaths held tight, as the first light scatters night
For in the end, as curtains close, new heroes rise, old tyrants doze
Beneath the ballet's graceful face, a storm unveils the swan's embrace
Silent swans beneath the storm