As the ashes begin to settle and the city falls to rest,
My mind turns to the ways I still find myself blessed.
My father was a king. He was noble and he was strong,
But even noble men can be led to do wrong.
Sacrifice, he told me, was what it would take.
That is the first thought I have before every decision I make.
He gave his blood and he gave his life.
Soon to follow was his devoted wife.
My mother was a queen. She was doting and she was kind.
Her departure has left three grieving sons behind.
Sacrifice, he told me, even when it means all.
To protect the princes, the king may have to fall.
My brothers are princes. They mean the world to me.
When that world is a brutal one, which sacrifice should it be?
One prince is broken but he will always fight on.
The other is strong, but his fight is gone.
They have to be ready because this world sings a cruel song.
My duty is done and for me it’s too far gone.
She will come searching and She will have her taste.
Sacrifice, he told me, never let it be a waste.
There’s no turning back. The king has to fall.
A better world emerging from the ashes of it all.
Make that sacrifice and make it great,
Because I know what Hell lies in wait.
I see Her watching me. She never truly let me go.
I close my eyes and I feel Her walls close.
Wait! It’s too soon. There’s still much to do!
A sacrifice, he said, king, queen and princes too.
The blood is on my hands. Please just give me time.
I will make my sacrifice if you promise the kingdom will be fine.
The prince is strong. He will find that strength once more.
The broken prince will heal. I’ve seen him do it before.
I just beg you give me time. The sacrifice will be made.
Your walls are closing in but please just give me some space.
Already I feel the fires burn. I know that it is my turn.
I can’t leave them. Not just yet. I will make the sacrifice. I won’t forget.
It is a wicked world, and you are the most savage of all.
I beseech you to release me from your halls.
I will make that sacrifice. I won’t cause a fuss.
Even when that hear that final buzz, buzz, buzz.
Time is running out for King Marcus of Main. Murder charges are looming and the electric chair beckons. Now there is a virulent troll wreaking havoc, set to destroy all he is trying to secure before the inevitable.
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dramatic and brutal; a well -executed piece [ pun intended] , the fate of many dictators —