1 Kings 1

I cling to altar by the horn,
Fearing the king’s contempt and scorn,
I claimed the throne of my father as he lay in bed,
He is weak and I took the moment to become Israel’s head,
I gathered for a feast all the the king’s sons,
Commanders, but not Nathan, Zadok, Benaiah, or Solomon,
And now the last is king sitting on David’s throne in my place,
I will not release my grip until Solomon swears me not to see death’s face,
The king replied if I am a worthy man and no evil is in me,
Then none of my hairs will be touched and I shall receive clemency,
I came to the court of the king and bowed to him,
He told me to "Go home. All is forgiven."