The king

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He sits on his throne,

Sitting tall

No one knows his secret

For it is unknown

The kingdom murmurs

Asking how he got there,

How he became king

His dead family's spirit lurks behind him

Following him everywhere

Killing plants

Killing animals

Leaving the people for death to call them

For the all mighty king,

To take the throne.

Some people say he's gone mad

Others deny,

Who is the king you ask?

Well he is the son of Nyx

His mother is the goddess of the night

But the king is another story

The ruler of it all is Thanatos,

Is the God of death.

This one was made in class so sorry if it sucks 😅

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