Walking in the dark

The kingdom has fallen

In the room, on the wall,

in the castle, ne'er to fall,

where the people laid their sick,

the blood was running thick.

there was enmity, there was strife,

where life was ended by a knife.

resentment reached it's prime,

and for a kingdoms fall, it was due time.

the king had died, without a son,

so under tyranny, the great kingdom run.

as the wretches begged for salvation,

the rich were distracted by greed and fornication.

The golden kingdom was now corrupted,

the good intention had been disrupted,

though light was still about,

where it showed, the blue-bloods stomped it out.

the great speeches were all plagiarized,

the good things were now demonized,

now too late, many realized,

that what they thought was well,

had become a lesser type of hell.

the secret plans had come to fruition,

to destroy was the powerful peoples only mission.

now, one could not go to bed,

without the fear of losing his head.

as the people cried they'd been deceived,

the ones on top knew they had let themselves be,

the people had asked for someone to rule,

so now they had one, but didn't realize that he was just a tool.

the real power laid behind the curtain,

of who was in charge, none could be certain,

the only thing that now could be heard,

were the cries of regret, from the blood in the dirt.