the sound of joy crashes
into silence as they notice me
ashamed and afraid
to see the undead king

kingdom was all that i could see
from my beloved castle
overthrown by the ones
i rode beside in battle

life is awfully cutthroat
atop the throne
sure enough they slit my neck
soon as they got me alone

brutus et tu
yes even you
every ally
drives in a knife
stomped into the ground
heavy lies the crown
murdered for the power
in my most vulnerable hour

lead a people
with a heavy hand
was never taught how
to rule a land

did i fail miserably enough
to be usurped
even then was this
the kind of death i deserved