As the night sky saw an unsettled
air,
Awoke in bed, the kingdom’s heir,
Just last night, the kingdom he did
earn,
His father, still, “fresh” in the
urn
Covered head to toe, he sneaked out
that night,
Wrote a letter, to give to his
knight,
Stopped though, by the fair maid,
Shown a sharp dagger, silent she was
made
For the knight to plead guilty, hide
evidence of the corpse,
The knight’s lovely wife, met the
heir at the ball,
She begged, and cried, he could see
her bawl
To pacify her then, he began his
ode,
Listed the things, which to him
they owed,
The heir, hears no woe, no pray,
Powerful eyes, simply find his prey
He believed in no wrong, and no
right,
Ordered the wife, to plan the final
rite,
He promised, she would find her
husband in one piece,
After this ultimate sacrifice, he
would leave her in peace
He left then, at the break of the
morn,
The plan, was to play as if in
mourn,
He waited around, for the news of
whether,
When the scroll came, onset new
weather
And so, by the end of the coming
week,
The mighty were recruited, he
killed the weak,
Evil laughter echoed as the wind
whirled,
On the throne, sat, the ruthless
ruler of the world.
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