Alone he rested, a man in sealed doors
who seldom spoke the words of bores;
he besought the world with endless flutter,
and with words vivid his tongue would utter:
"Who am I the world berate?
but a lonely being of pure slate."
Spoke himself upon reflection shown:
"Is I who's royal of isle alone."
Spoke himself his reflection shattered,
people laughed with stones they battered.
One contemplate the giving king,
with expired life in new born spring.
Dreadful is the forgetful past;
but many gathered, all in vast,
to hear the king speak once more.
Opens now his chamber door-
approach the ledge for all to see,
he proclaims; what is will be.
The people rant, the king goes on;
open lips fell words upon,
No starry skies within his realm.
"But I alone not overwhelm."
The people rant, mocks the king,
they cursed and rant as they sing:
'Kill the king, deceitful one,
purge his heart for what he's done.'
Sinister hoar decreed the flock,
midnight's hour, charms the clock.
Fury rage the crowd umbrage,
demands the king gallows ridge.
The king he plead for mercy so,
many vowed death bestow.
Waged the blunt massacre disdain
of all his past once tainted plain.
The people spat and dragged the king,
they cursed and rant as they sing:
'Kill the king, deceitful one,
purge his heart for what he's done.
Shun the king for all his wrongs,
into Hell where he belongs.'
Wandering noose fell upon his neck,
his feet hung above the deck.
the floor open as his body fallen,
for all the life he had stolen.
His legs once kicked now lies still,
crowd tainted by untimely ill.
The king essence now laid to rest,
the valley people now danced and jest.
A dark cloud of despair now soon hovers,
tainting the land and all the lovers.
A once peaceful king betrayed by all
and this once peaceful land, truly did they fall.
But as the bloodshed fail to cease;
in a hundred years, never was there peace.