Heavy Lies The Crown
“You’re weak, my King, just as your claim,
Not fit to rule the realm.”
His words rang around the hall
As he removed his helm.
“A better leader than me,
Couldn’t be harder to find.
I’m not a traitor, my heart has mutinied,
My words of oath still bind.
“So I present a choice to you, your Grace―
To step off the throne and live.
Or, unwillingly, you shall have to die;
Your life is yours to give.
“For those you trusted to back your claim
Have jumped ship and stand with me.
And the Lord who saw you coronated
Hangs, shamed, for the world to see.”
A loud silence filled the room―
All watching the disgrace, aghast.
The King now stood up, furious,
And the silence turned quiet so fast.
“Traitor you are where councillor you were,
And trust in you I never had any.
I knew someday you’d hit this chord―
Hollow allies I’ve had many.
“Cursed be the day I gave you your Lordship,
Blind to not see you for the vermin you are,
End this here today, *old friend*,
Or you will not go very far.
“For you reap what you sow,
And these are seeds of betrayal.
You will not rule long, remember my words.”
At this the Lord went pale.
“Heavy lies this crown, you’ll see, when
One more powerful than you shall appear.
What happens here shall be repeated that day―”
The Lord had had enough to hear.
“What King is he who chooses exile?
I shan’t give my throne willingly―”
“Dragged, then,” interjected the traitor,
“Although that either, isn’t kingly.
“What usurper is he who lets the King live?
Your name will be destroyed root and stem.
Your family is innocent, they shall die too―
Your king brought this upon you, I’ll tell them.”
Not a man of empty threats was he―
He did everything he’d said.
Killed them all, no exceptions―
The bodies, to his hounds he fed.
The new King ruled, until there came another
More powerful than he, and a better Lord,
His words repeated back to him, he saw,
And his end upon this usurper’s sword.