Filling the air in the wise ears
Of 20 wise men who can feel nothing
They stand idly by as a man
A man is made friendly to rocks and waves.
(Why, o why must this befall?
A lost to my life;
A death to my soul;
The corruption of the minds).
The king walks on by
The storm flowing in his hair
Red with blood with eyes of fire
Staring intently at the boy
Who's family and friends
He has perished.
(What will be said?
Am I next?
Would that be so bad?)
The King [in his amazing glory]
Turns and walks away
Feeling no trouble
In the casual events of the day.
[Another trouble maker down
Another day made safe for my throne.
That boy would now be foolish to do something
After seeing what I have done!]
(Why not me to? Why am I forsaken?
What have I done to myself to deserve this!?
He marches away slowly but the water is rough
If only life wasn't truly so needed now!
But alas I must avenge the litterbugs to this-
This so called Wise and Great King.
Some King; he sees no truth!
Disgust! Evil! Madness!
We must be saved!)
The wind of the storm
Pushed the boy gently
It took years of travel
But one day he came upon
A temple of battle
Where he enrolled
And was taught the art of the fight.
(I am here to win.
I am here to win.
I AM HERE TO WIN!)
A hard year past
Followed by another
And yet another.
Then three moons past
And two wars came and went.
The boy was now
A hardened veteran of life
Ready to take action.
And so the time came for him
And he took his leave and returned to the war stricken land
His home awaited as did the now elderly king.
At night he hid within the walls
With about 20 men when the king walked out
And made an eloquent speech.
[The river is blue today.
Today this river is blue.
Tomorrow it shall be blue
But yesterday it was red.
I soiled what I once loved
In the hypocritical throes of life
I tossed my soul
And broke the minds of hundreds.
What monster am I?
I remember it like yesterday-
For it seems to be but yesterday-
I gained some power
And then I lost my mind!
From but the simplest criminal
To my own family
I threw them away like toys
That once belonged to a grown up child.
And now I stand on top
I am not the one beneath the river
Or the one that is shark bait.
I have won.
Yet it is empty,
This winning is empty.
I know you are hiding there
And I know my due.
I have one request before my due is given.
I want you to understand what I have done.
And why I have done it.
I want you to never do the same.
The monster I was-
The monster I am even!
Shall out do all great deeds I have ever done.
I accept my due but I want you to understand,
To forgive and know why this has taken place.
Is this fair?]
(No this is very unfair.
My friends are the ones lying beneath
That nice blue river
As does my family.
I have lived in exile for so long
I have fought many wars and-out of necessitation-
I have killed many.
You are no different.
Your crimes did nothing to help any of us.
You may have won temporarily
But you deserve no mercy.
Yes I understand what power does to a man-
I have seen it many times in my life-
And succumbing to it is a terrible thing
I've been forced to fall people due to that corruption
And I have no problem making you the third.
So yes I understand what you say and will abide by it
I shall not give in to the love of power.
What I will do is give you your due.)
And then he stepped out from behind the spot
His men in tow as they stared down the king.
The elderly king looked him in the eye with a soulful stare
No longer full of flames however he noticed the boy's eyes
He was the boy from many years ago
On that dark stormy night
When the sea was upset by the storm.
The king was once the storm
However on this calm, moon fulled, starry night the old storm
Faced the worst storm possible: the calm storm.
The king and boy had traded places
But with different focuses.
The elderly king could only hope for the best outcome
For both he and his old nemesis as the elderly king
Stretched his arms as he felt the sensation of three bullets
Enter into his chest and as he landed the waves
Did make friendly with his flesh and blood.
He who once fed the sharks was now their food.
And the boy's men felt nothing but the boy felt and odd satisfaction;
A wave of power rushing over him as he knew this land was his.
Upon hearing the shot the old queen inside knew what had happened
She waited until the invaders were gone
And went to her husband's body
Which was washed ashore.
She unleashed a barbaric scream which sounded through the heavens
It was however such an un heavenly scream that not even the worst demon
Or beezlebub down below could understand her lament:
{We have unleashed a chain of evil
And we have payed our dues
Our heavy dues and heavy fees
Now given to those we once laid waste to!
And I too have a due to pay
For in life have I done my share of evil
And destruction has not passed me by.
Death is perhaps our only gift now
Our due is our life
For we have robbed so many.
And we will even continue robbing in death!
Alas we are the ultimate thieves!
Martyrs! What a silly idea!
But that is what we shall become for that is violence
Something which shall always beget itself!
Are we at fault for falling into its brutal circle?
Purely and solely! We are the true evil present here!
No wise man fore so this for they knew not wisdom
They knew money! Maybe had we not listened to the money
No that shall solve nothing for we fell in the circle
And now are dues are necessitated. Our due shall be paid!
If only this circle could be broken
And not self maintaining.
But the clock strikes midnight
My time is done.}
The queen then walked in the opposite direction of the invaders
Who marched calmly to report to the people that they were free.
The last thing she saw before she disappeared was her flag being lowered
The revolution's flag was slowly raised amongst much cheers
She then wished them luck beneath her breath in breaking the cycle
Before disappearing into the forest and seeing nothing any longer.
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