Fallen king

A Poem by Mira Apreleva

The war is over,
your army lost.
I got my freedom,
I've paid my cost.

Your wicked kingdom
is now divine.
I'll make it work
as I've made it mine.

So deal with losses,
stop all this blame.
You know, it's worthless -
I know my game.

You tried to drown me
in my own fear.
I never saw it,
but now it's clear.

Put down your sword
as I've raised mine.
You gave your word,
and it was a lie.

There's no forgiveness
and no remorse.
That lie you gave me
is now your cross.

Get on your feet now
and walk your way.
You're never welcomed
in here again.