King

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A bloodlust man
That is their king
The Prince in despair
The one who do not care

The lives of the people
Whom he rules
Reduced to hundreds
Almost nothing left

The Royal and the Commoners
The Soldiers and the Criminals
Always shrouded in fear
And might never disappear

One man sitting on a throne
With a sword in hand
A crown in the head
And a servant in his side

Sounds of screaming
The king is watching
A craze filled look
The watchers quivering

The pale servant
The smirking king
Who is this man?
Where did the prince go?

Grip tightening
Eyes closing
A light flashing
This should be his ending

This is their king
Who should be killed
As he fell in deep slumber
Never knowing what's lurking

A silhouette in bed
The moon illuminating
The glint of a knife
The blood spreading

The servant who laughed
The weapon coated in blood
The strong punget smell
The scream startling

The King is dead!!
That is his cry
As he also stab
Himself in his heart

The Loyal Servant
The one the king cherish
Has betrayed him also
And no one is left

Tears slowly falling
Holding the hand of the king
Whispering something
"I'm sorry, my king"

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A/n:

The Prince who seated in the throne and became the king and his loyal servant who deeply admired him. The servant has betrayed the king for he killed his younger sister, watching with a pleasured look.

The servant was sorry for betraying him but he'll never be sorry for killing him, he loved the king wholeheartedly but he knows they are not meant to be.

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