Merciless

The Glorious Champion

Finally, She had succeeded.

Scars of unending war

And woefully marked

For the Reaper’s signature,

Broke bounds

In blistering battle.

Begging legs stand triumphantly

Atop a ghastly mound

Of fallen comrades

And vanquished foes.

Finally…

She has succeeded.

Immortal Instatement of the Long-Living

Cowering citizens rejoice

In Her valiant victory

And dutifully attend

A celebratory ceremony

For fate-felled futures

And agnostic actuality.

The Three-Hundredth And Sixty-Fifth Day

Long passages take time

To be imperfectly constructed

Within immortal memory

Especially those rare few

Of an immoral nature.

A tainted mosaic stands in absolute defiance

To mark the temporary passage one lives through.

The heroic queen, with all her admirable grace

Had given way to a hollow heart festered with corruption.

Rebels’ Revolt

One frosted dawn

Countless haunted wives

With terrified children

Heard dreaded dins.

Drunken-defeated peasants

Desperately, defiantly clinging

Onto broken memories

And burning torches

Maniacally marched onward

Into tempting traps.

The Usurper

Frantically and desperately

The anger explodes

Bellowing, down gilded passageways

And lawfully-owned lengths.

The throne room

They have found it.

Her heavy head

Many demand it.

The Revolve Solution

"We are free at last!

"Never again
Shall our pious people
Become so ruinously undone
By so-called heroes.

"No
We need a leader
Someone with royalty
Deep within their blood and bones-"