As the last cheer silences, the people are satisfied.
With our last task complete, we rest together.
Proud of our creations; hopeful smiles among us.
Feelings of power surge through our veins,
Nothing could destroy our home, for we have each other.
Reassuring with hands cradled in others.

Mischief still lurks—always lingering and always searching
For opportunities. Unidentifiable by looks,
Only with careful inspection of the mind. Watch your steps,
For gaps in reapings have malicious intent. They are
The stepping stones for a staircase of evil and lust.
Granting easy access into desires—Strong willed or not.

Trying my best to keep my kingdom afloat—
Even with the evil that lurks there. I stop to admire.
Beautiful ones everywhere the eyes could see.
Wishing such a state could live—Forever in peace.
But evil never stays quiet; it always finds a home.
Overcoming a place I once knew as hope—Now never sleeping.

Parks I used to walk by every day—echoes of lost children.
Statues once held above and praised—reminders of my failures.
The people I used to greet—graves of empty souls.
From the blind faith I couldn't hold them to; I loved
My kingdom. I cannot forget the riches of the past,
But now I'm left with an empty coffin—An old home.

Contemplating the hell before me—I take my thoughts in.
Unable to hold accountability, I take my leave.
Pushing the past further into the depths my mind holds.
Searching for a new home—One I could rebuild.
But not one accepted my past, not one forgave.
And my last scream silences—Returned to my broken heart.