Cry of a Broken Tyrant

I don't know what spurred this one. I know it feels choppy, I know some things could be nixed, some thing don't mesh, but for once, I don't care. I love this poem, I loved writing it, I love reading it. In fact, writing this has spawned all my recent

Fear of leaving, O' how does the shade fall?
Do I continue to run down this darkened hall?
Have you come before me to destory what I build
Will your day not end until your duty stands fulfilled?
Does your concealed blade bear with it the seal of my fate?
The plotting of my court, bent to overthrow this estate.
I see you now, all of you, in dancing candle light
And I wonder if you have come to end this, my final night.

Why do you sit? Come! Come to your king.
Come forth, plunge your hidden dagger, let the mobs sing!
The gifts of which I've given, certainly you know not.
The masses, to focus only on the sorrows I have wrought.

I tell you this now, before you spill my liquid life,
If I my spirit is to leak upon your wretched knife
You will have ended the reign of beauty, brought forth the dark
Yes, fool, your plot has been told to me by the meadowlark!
And the words you have muttered through my garden.
The flowers, they bloom and speak to me, they grant you no pardon.
They have told me how you shall come on this night
How in your hands, you'd do the people right.

I have ears all around you, and for every two a spear.
I have a sword by every two eyes, leering with no fear.
They will die for me, they are forever loyal and true.
Your end is assured, having me die for you.

Ruthless I am called, you cry for no more.
So gullible, you'd accept the beckon of innocence from an ancient w***e!
You know not the inner workings, the secrets told
You no not of how I've increased the value of gold.
And our army, stronger as the day ticks by.
What's this? Be it uncertainty in your eye?
Come now, you did not know all that I have done?
It matters not! COME! FINISH WHAT YOU'VE BEGUN!
 
In my dying breath, I ask only a small task.
Please weak assasin, do remove your mask.
For I know who you are, I know your political place.
I just wish to see, one last time, my own brother's face.
 

Reviews

[Paladin4life]

Wow very potent piece. I can't help but picture Julius Caesarstanding in defiance as Cassius and Brutus strike mortally wound him. I loved the rhyme scheme and the passion of the piece. How powerful at the end when the tyrant is nearing death that he reveals who his murderer is. Wow I enjoyed this piece. You have a way with words my friend. Keep up the god work. God bless!