A clash; a clash,
My heart relishing in the stale smell of fear…
An endless cycle of vengeance and loss,
Who would want this?
I would.
A toppled throne,
My city divided,
Civil war is undecided.
Who would want this?
I would.
Laugh in foes’ faces,
As I take my place;
I decide the kingdom’s fate.
Who would want this?
I would.
Fire takes the palace.
My army against me;
Leading toward my resting place.
Who would want this?
I would.