Kingdom [September 5, 2016]

He stares deep into the heart of a transparent mirror of hate

The almighty power of the ancients reflect his wretched fate

They project a morbid future, piled with the bodies he slayed

He is a horrific hero, bound to a world that has forever decayed

He disposes of all his malevolent weapons of agony and grief

He renounces his sword and title, enlightened with nature and belief

He preaches of peace and harmony to a world of malicious authority

His kingdom is invaded by a crusade of the heartless for superiority

For he cannot govern an everlasting kingdom with passion and devotion

Love is for the powerless, a Kingdom could never last with petty emotion

His enemies feed on his inability to rule with absolute dominance

They lay siege to his castles, eventually his kingdom falls to consequence

He walks over to a broken window, it can no longer reveal his reflection

His castle lies in ruin, ramparts shattered by poisonous aggression

He walks to the courtyard, retrieving an evil blade from a crumbled soldier

And faces his enemy, anticipating his arrival with an arrogant composure

In formation, a thousand strong stand before him as the ancients depicted

The oracle is never wrong, two sides collide with each other as predicted

He stands as a message, wishing for prosperity within a hopeless world

His dreams crumble, imperfect in design his nightmares are born with one word

His majestic banners lie tattered, the bodies burn in unforgiving mounds

The crusade marches home, trampling the forgotten dead into the ground

They were never buried, his lessons of tranquility were lost in conflict

For there will never be true unity, as long as men crave power and profit

Even though he had fought for serenity, righteousness and justice

The ignorant world sided with the lies of men who couldn't be trusted

For it is the government of man who decides the fate of his subjects

They fight for their corrupted kingdom, sent to war like disposable insects