War of Kings Part 7 the Last Tyrant Falls
My king, this message is for you
For a sleepless nightmare will rear its ugly head
I’ve walked through these perturbing corridors
I hear the voices of disloyalty
There will be screams, your screams, besmirching your magnificent name
No I will not fall, I will protect my breed
No matter how I feel my royal blood will not spill
It is hopeless to drown in tears
There will be no future for you
As for me I will preserve my heart
Escaping this unending bleed
My lord, where art thou
Please help us bear the burden
The queen is dead, protect us form a tormenting silence
It is a frightful conflict
Protect us, lead us, please
No, I have fled, I forbid myself to die
I can’t soil my legacy
Wasting my heritage wasting my purity
Or so he thought
Copyright © Marqese Dabbs | Year Posted 2018
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