Mythical Riddle

A temple he had made
with demons as his thralls,
but doom was therein laid
in those holy halls.
Great wisdom could not save
this ruler so reverred
as he became a slave
to endless Lust, steered
far from a loyalty
unto his only god,
a man of royalty
ruled by his own rod,
traitor like his father
for the locust embrace
of a foreign daughter
with a pretty face.

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