By Maddox Brown
It’s all over; the war is won
In the cold, melancholic night, the flags struck down, symbolizing victory
against the corrupt king
The Kingdom’s end has officially begun
Overthrown by rebellious leaders yearning for a change
The spirits of the fallen soldiers have ascended
Except the cruel few, they have descended without chance of renewal
All but one have perished in the field of battle
Horrified by his grim afterlife
The Old King wounded and lost
Afraid to traverse into the everlasting dark abyss
All around him, fallen men, loyal to his cause
Losing their lives to further his tyranny
Even if his ways were downright cruel and criminal
Their duty calls, serve to the king
The King,
Inconsiderate to his own civilians
Apathetic to his wounded men who needed rest
Careless about the fate of his own kingdom
Only caring about his selfish greed and immense power
Souls, Souls as his eyes can see
His eyes, mysteriously glowing in the solemn night
The King knowing his only ticket to a euphoric future
Was to trade an unforgivable soul for… a soul
Limping across the blood-filled battlefield, searching for a worthy soul
to call his own
Not caring about the life of the man he’ll reap it from
All around him, souls flying into the clouds
As well as souls phasing into the ground before him
As he gazes upon this peculiar sight
He suddenly feels his sins crawling up his skin and into his mind
Tormenting his very soul, his very consciousness
He cannot leave his unredeemable actions behind
The final judgement is almost at hand
About to give up
Giving in to his wounds and weakness
Preparing to welcome the arms of Death
He sees a soul, stationary, like it has nowhere to go
To him, it was a miracle, his eyes about to tear up with joy and delight
He holds the lost soul, holding it between his brittle arms
He now has a soul
A soul that he could call, his own
He pushes the soul inside of him, until it was fully fused with his body
He could see his old, corrupted soul oozing out of his torso in the
process
He could now enjoy a euphoric future
Something that was deserved in his blinded eyes
He fell over into a state of permanent rest
Welcoming whatever comes at him next
He wakes up in complete darkness, feeling as if he is falling down with
immense force
In front of him, he could see a pair of red, piercing eyes
The King’s eyes dilated, realizing his escape was null
He could hear a faint whisper into his left ear
‘You cannot escape… your fate…’