There once was a king in power
Who lived inside castle and tower
All built by hand, so he ruled the land
A traitor in the final hour
On the scale his morals were grey
And each depended on day
Whoever was winning, king was grinning
Much to his people's dismay
On his face there always were shades
In his hands there always were blades
His eyes glowed white, so blindingly bright
An angelic death serenade
In L'manburg grew a restless air
And so the king became aware
The rebels were back, and would attack
But would the king be there?
In his heart he felt that he must
Gain back the long lost trust
That left during war, not so before
As he'd always been fair and just.
From beside him came a dark laugh
A masked man on death's behalf
He said, 'side with me and victors we'll be,'
As the king held onto his staff.
A refusal of allies came through,
So the masked man had one thing to do
He dethroned the king, and that would bring
Closer the karma that's due.
Stripped of his power and name
Defeated in life's unfair game
He left his home to the place he owned
Just a man, filled with shame.
On the tower he'd built, looking down
At the chaos with a lordly frown
Then a creeping smirk, he no longer lurked
But went to battle with his battered crown
Though the ground was slick and red
The non-king kept his head
Soon victory was nigh and spirits high
But he was haunted by the dead
The whispers came into his ear
And his eyes, they widened with fear
But it was too late, sealed were their fate
Now everything looked so clear
An explosion from underground
Fireworks into the crowd
Rubble fell from the sky, filled with cries
Downtrodden, the empire once proud
In the distance, a traitor pleaded
In front, an anarchist succeeded
On the wrong side? He couldn't decide
With friends, but utterly defeated
Still, no trust was found
Despite being no longer crowned
So the man turned, his lesson learned
Alone, as woodlands surround
What seemed like years had passed
And finally, at long last,
Restored to his place, with smiling face
Watching his future and past
The crown and a coronation
A murder, but no correlation
Pulled by strings, was that ruling king
Only free in their imagination
Yes, the man with a blood-stained veil
Controlling with close detail
No one was free, least of all king,
As chaos and evil prevail
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catching up on all the poems i've posted on tumblr haha :P
there's a dream one next (i promise this time) and then after that another technoblade one to look forward to
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