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A bloodlust man

That is their king

The Prince in despair

The one who do not care

The lives of the people

Whom he rules

Reduced to hundreds

Almost nothing left

The Royal and the Commoners

The Soldiers and the Criminals

Always shrouded in fear

And might never disappear

One man sitting on a throne

With a sword in hand

A crown in the head

And a servant in his side

Sounds of screaming

The king is watching

A craze filled look

The watchers quivering

The pale servant

The smirking king

Who is this man?

Where did the prince go?

Grip tightening

Eyes closing

A light flashing

This should be his ending

This is their king

Who should be killed

As he fell in deep slumber

Never knowing what's lurking

A silhouette in bed

The moon illuminating

The glint of a knife

The blood spreading

The servant who laughed

The weapon coated in blood

The strong punget smell

The scream startling

The King is dead!!

That is his cry

As he also stab

Himself in his heart

The Loyal Servant

The one the king cherish

Has betrayed him also

And no one is left

Tears slowly falling

Holding the hand of the king

Whispering something

"I'm sorry, my king"

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A/n:

The Prince who seated in the throne and became the king and his loyal servant who deeply admired him. The servant has betrayed the king for he killed his younger sister, watching with a pleasured look.

The servant was sorry for betraying him but he'll never be sorry for killing him, he loved the king wholeheartedly but he knows they are not meant to be.