The Forsaken King

A tale of a tyrant.

May it be known

May it be seen

That on this day

I found the king

As he sat upon his royal ridge

Finding folly within that bridge

He Failed to cross justice

With sentiment and beauty

And found for himself something unruly

A beast, very dark, very quiet

But as vicious as the wolf

As patient as the owl

As cunning as the serpent

Such a bite it did contain

Unbeknownst to the forfeit ruler

The forsaker of morality

The despiser of entropy

Lo, he still sat

Reclined deep into his palace

Pleasuring himself materially

Finding a bedfellow in malice

But the broken b*****d

Sought not remedy

But movement

And amnesia without regret

He was the intentional pariah

For the beast was hungry

And fear turned a cancer

The god-in-mind became a child-in-heart

Enemies creep and harrow the doors

The beast lies in wait on all fours

Ready to pounce on the ignorant

But the tarnished crown remained remonstrant

Silence was his ally

A bled people the bait

The beast raged unchallenged

As it carried the ruler's fate

Once the chambers had been reached

Now scarred and spattered with blood

Talons of bronze the king beseeched

And caked the floors with mud

No escape would come for him

He the w***e of his treasure

Death may seek his hand to shake

Yet the empty mind cannot measure

Violently smashed and splintered

Open the doors flew

Impaling the wanton guards

Rending in pieces the loyal fools

Consumed in terror

The king a spell cast

Auspicious in hope

Yet binding till the last

For when the beast storming entered

It found to it's surprise

A tyrant shrouded in love

And glistening in his demise

What became of the man

The tale indeed does sing

That once he forsook the people

Was he gilded the forsaken king