I threw myself into the fray
Ready to strike, stab and slay!
In the dangerous play, much to my dismay,
My kin slaughtered; The kingdom ceded
Handed over in a gilded golden tray.
I’m cast Adrift , due to a familial rift,
Would you believe? I still have
warriors to gift and spirits to lift.
Hear the percussions of the death rattle-
Haunting reminders of the long-gone battle.
Alas. I have not a moment to mourn,
The monstrosities acrid fate has thrown.
For I have a land to rule,
And unwilling subjects to school.
