Friday, June 21, 2013

the victory feels hollow

The dark lord sits in his castle
Alone with his thoughts of his life
In the lighted shadows of the candles
He seems to grow taller on the walls

He paces around in his study room
With a book on his hand trying to read
His mind travels into space of void
He feels safe without the backstabbers

He looks into the mirror
Mounted on the wall near to the door
He glances at himself with thinning hair
What will it be if he just goes away?

The other lords around him
Those were the days they listened
Now the swords are out to take charge
The dark lord is tired after a hard battle won

The people had rejected his rule
He knew by the support on the ground
The battle of minds and words
The dark lord realizes he has lost

Now he is worried
He likes to sit on the throne
The power he feels he owns it
Though he suspects the people's rights

The dark lord tries to keep a distance
Among the other lords in his circle
There are a few giving the errand knights
Brewing hatred to bring him down




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