Oneshots

King

The King now lies on a bed of stone

Without a crown, without a home

His kingdom now laid to waste

All the struggles he had to face

Were apparently meaningless

To the ones who caused this

The ones he swore to protect

His beloved subjects

Rose up against him

For them, his light was too dim

They razed everything he had built

The felt anger, hatred, but not guilt

For he was the one who should pay

To be locked away and never see day

But that was too simple, too nice

Leave his fate to a toss of the dice!

Roll above one, you keep your life

Roll a two, and sleep on a knife

Roll a four, and now a cripple

Roll a five, your skin turns stipple

Roll a six, and get locked away

And what his luck to roll a three

To never let his city see

The face of its former king

And as the streets sing

A lone man walks from its gates

He wanders the land

Trekking across oceans of sand

Wading through lakes of grass

As time and distance pass

He is forgotten and fades

No one knows where he lay

Or if he felt sad or gay

As his life came to a close

He wished happiness upon those

Who took his home

The King lies upon a bed of stone