"The king has fallen"

A majestic castle,
A thousand arsenal,
For he just leaves it,
He leaves them all.

A mourning queen,
A king-to-be prince,
One betrothed princess,
One warrior princess,
One prince in the war front,
One prince in the castle fort,
And one prince in the study.
These are what left of the mighty king.

Tis not a story of war,
Tis not a story of romance,
But tis a story of a battle,
Of the mighty king himself,

The Phyton King,
Or so he was called,
Was no match with the Viper king,
And the Cobra king,
Kings that he called brothers,
Have poisoned him;
Slowly killing him.

His kingdom was never on the top,
But it was the most peacefull,
But his rival kings;
Were always trying to topple him.

They can full charge him from front,
Ambush him from the sides,
Sneak in from the back,
But he has never shaken.

For decades,
He stood strong,
He remain unscathed,
But years of defense has weaken him from inside,
He has only hold them in,
With no effort to call for aid.

And that was his killing,
Being silent,
And never fighting back.


-HIY