King Fall Poem by Hell 'Farya

The King.
Fell into slumber,
The ceremonial staff missing,
His words no longer soothe like before,
Witches and wizards, his majesty sleep talk.

His Chiefs.
With arms folded,
One await his lord passing,
Another took to his majesty's bed,
Behold, he laid bare with the people's queen.

The Prince.
Crying sheepishly,
What devilry beheld his pa,
His power tusk on the tooth of a maiden,
By day break, his neck hang at the townsquare.

The People.
Pointing fingers,
Spat on the kings statue,
Another cursed the lots of the chief,
Save my child, a father grief but not the mother.

Oh, a kingdom far west...